June 2, 2010
A few nights ago, Todd and I stumbled upon an art gallery. Though I am not particularly gifted in the visual arts department (that is my mother’s strong point, not mine), I was raised with a deep appreciation for art and have a nostalgia for art galleries in general. So, naturally, upon spotting a gallery tucked away amongst antique stores and candy shoppes, I grabbed Todd by the shirt and dragged him through the door.
One painting in particular stood out to me – it evoked strong emotion and seemed to hold a deeper meaning that I couldn’t identify right then – and I simply had to take a picture of it. Unfortunately I failed to take note of the painting’s title and maker, and my phone camera is of dismal low quality, but hopefully you get the idea.
I believe there are different ways you could interpret this depending on your point of view. It could be very sad… This poor angel has lost a wing and can no longer fly, so she hangs her head low in despair.
Or, she bows her head in prayer in humble recognition that she cannot go further on her own, that she requires divine help…
Or, perhaps, help from another angel…
Yesterday, a wonderful friend of mine sent me the following quote:
We are each of us angels with only one wing, and we can only fly by embracing one another. ~Luciano de Crescenzo
Perhaps this angel girl is simply waiting for a friend. A friend who is also broken, also with just one wing, who can embrace her and together soar to great heights.
Can be everything.