I haled me a woman from the street,
Shameless, but, oh, so fair!
I bade her sit in the model’s seat
And I painted her sitting there.
I hid all trace of her heart unclean;
I painted a babe at her breast;
I painted her as she might have been
If the Worst had been the Best.
She laughed at my picture and went away.
Then came, with a knowing nod,
A connoisseur, and I heard him say;
“’Tis Mary, the Mother of God.”
So I painted a halo round her hair,
And I sold her and took my fee,
And she hangs in the church of Saint Hillaire,
Where you and all may see.
I have a ‘thing’ about the Virgin Mary and how subversive she can be in the right hands.
Indeed I have a whole thesis built upon the image of this untouchable, unobtainable and idealised woman. How these images and ideas were and used to keep women in a subservient place in what was and still is, to some extent, an andocentric society.
So every so often I have an urge to try and show how they were and can be subverted and somewhat reclaimed. If you are interested and want to take a look just click on Her below…