Sarx

Normally I find visual art to be mute. Pictures are nice and all but that’s about it. I’m a word guy. Yes, I can be visually stimulated – I am male, after all – but usually I want words. Generally the sort of art that speaks to me has words woven in. Today, at the Art Gallery of Toronto, I saw “Liberation” by FH Varley/ (Here’s a picture. TOO tiny. The art is 6′ tall, at least.) It’s an image of the Resurrected Christ walking out of the tomb. And I was gasping for breath, tears steaming down my face. I turned away because I felt as if a full-on crying jag was about to happen. From across the room it felt safer to look.