Day 24

A Photo of Something That Means a Lot to You

While walking through Copenhagen last June, Riley suggested we detour through a church yard to see this obscure statue. I don't recall the name of the church, but it seemed to be rarely used, maybe even abandoned. This statue was one of the only things within the walls of the shadowed church yard.

We saw many statues in Denmark. So many beautiful and majestic sculptures. But this small, oxidized piece of art really affected me. It affects me more now.

The crumpled woman. He face buried in her hands. Her hair strewn haphazardly about. It shows grief in a way that words can't.

But my favorite part is the look on Death's face. Looking back at her with pity and compassion. As if untimely death is just something that has to happen, and even Death himself doesn't enjoy carrying out his task.

Art has a way of expressing precisely what the heart yearns to express, but language simply can't.