Living Art

One day, your favorite piece of art — a famous painting or sculpture, the graffiti next door — comes to life. What happens next?


Nobody moves. Silence. Tears fall down my cheeks. I’m deeply touched.

There is no solace for a mother who has lost his Son. And in that horrible way. I can’t say a word. She is caressing his lifeless body with intense love. Her heart broken.

At least He is not suffering any more. He gave everything. Till the last drop of blood. Now everything has ended. She’s crying silently over His dead body resting on her lap.

I would like to be able to comfort her. But nobody can. I only watch from a prudent distance and wait in case she needs some help. I have to respect this last moment of mother and son before the burial.

I don’t dare to interrupt

Nobody moves. Silence. Tears.


Living Art.

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