Today is my nameday, the holyday of my patronal saint (or should it be “matronal saint”? But such isn’t the usage, is it?). To all the other Barbaras out there, a big hug and a big slug from the jug. A friend of mine pointed up that St Barbara is the patroness of explosions, gunpowder, and lightning… perhaps, fitting to my personality and bent! To all those who share my name and to those who may share my personality and stance:
На многая лета!
A note on “religious art” versus iconography… these two concepts may overlap considerably, but they’re not completely congruous. That is, some iconography isn’t art and much art isn’t iconography. The intent behind them is different. Iconography means to portray the noetic world, to bring its reality into ours. Religious art has many intents… to edify, to please us, to express our feelings, amongst others. It isn’t iconography! In most cases, it doesn’t pretend to be such; so, beware all those who attack those who like religious art that isn’t iconography (there are religious hobbyists who think along such lines, believe it or not). I chose the above image because it pleased me and I thought that it portrayed my inner personality well. It isn’t iconography nor does it pretend to be such. I invite all the naysayers to get a life and get on with what God placed you on this earth to do. Remember… never argue with the “pure”… you’ll never win, all that you’ll do is to “drive the nail further in”, and make your interlocutor feel twice as “pure” as before your conversation. God didn’t place us here to win arguments… He placed us here to win souls. You do the latter by doing your duty with a cheerful heart, not by being a dodgy nudge with a bug up your arse. Do think on that…