Description de l'artiste :
My home is within the four walls of the convent. Since birth, I’ve never stepped foot outside of the cloister they had put me in. I know the world from the books and maps they let me study. I know of birds and animals, of rivers and meadows, of families, love, and happy children. At least I think I know. I’ve never actually seen or heard any of it.
They say I am precious, essential, they say I am the symbol of their faith. They say I give people hope and reason to live. Why me? Why did they choose me to be their shining icon? Is the outside world even real?
I’ve never seen any of them. They make me attend their gatherings, but they always put a bandage over my eyes. My role is to be present, to look gracious and resplendent yet obedient, blind and silent. They put chains on my wrists so that I don’t forget.
When the gatherings are over, I come back to my room all alone. Yet I don’t feel lonely. Call it delirious nonsense of the hermit, but I can always sense there’s someone in the room with me. The same entity that has been with me for as long as I can remember...
Design par Great Grimoire