When you can see something that can’t be an accident, but shouldn’t be possible, according to what you know, then you scratch your head, and puzzle. And puzzle.
Those gladioli bent at different angles. What a clever idea. But how do you do that? How is it possible?
I had a sneak preview of the flower display last night, when I was at the prayer vigil. And was curious then.
Judith just smiles knowingly when I ask how it is done, so I think it is going to remain a mystery.
Judith is able to make flowers tell stories. Through love.
The tableau is her work as well – not quite the same as any of the previous ones she’s done. And you have to come and see it yourself, in bloom, as it were, in the next few days. It’s not all there in the photograph. Like the lego_last_supper. Or the dice. Or the other things…
The son of man, perfect human being, executed as a criminal, but no dead body. It is a live dead body – a resurrection body.
It shouldn’t be possible according to what we know, but how can we not believe? And that takes us through a doorway into a new world.