This little one never had a chance for proper photography or mention before going to their forever home.
Many of you know I’ve been deconstructing the catholicism I was loosely raised in by literally taking apart religious items.
In repurposing and reconstructing them, I’m examining the ways in which their original message became distorted in my child’s mind into frightening even terrifying images.
The Book of Revelation holds a passage that still twists my mind; 2:23-24.
In reading it as a child, a teen and even now as an older adult woman, I can’t help but see the reference to SA and the 💀ing of children in this passage.
Some may argue with me about the “sickbed” and most would be men who follow a faith where women were neglected, pushed aside and treated like property.
This babe is covered in the words of Revelation. In its chest is a once-beating heart, now mummified and very much dead.
It caught many eyes while on display this weekend, and many were disturbed by its message.
In the end, it went to its forever home in the loving arms of a woman who heard the intent of my message.
When I asked her if she wanted me to wrap the babe up and place it in a bag, she told me no, that she just wanted to carefully hold it.
My cold, dark heart quivered and I almost cried.
There will be more of Jezebel’s Children coming forth.
