#Religious Art

[celestial-fang]

For you, my heavenly kingdom

[Commission for ELY]

[random-brushstrokes]

Luigi Nono - The two mothers or Ave Maria (1886)

[masonpowellposts]

Evoe!

[circamariam]

Awake, O sleeper, and arise from the dead,

and Christ will shine on you.

Ephesians 5:14

En Español:

Despiértate, tú que duermes,

Y levántate de los muertos,

Y te alumbrará Cristo.

Efesios 5:14.

[roachcourtship]

Bearer Of The Crown 🪽 .°+ — Abel

[comikbook]

The Eyes of God, 2023, Digital Painting by myself, Liz Pence

[victusinveritas]

X-ray of a statue of the Virgin Mary.

[bebs-art-gallery]

Art by Sara Fasolin

[antoniettabrandeisova]

Saint Catherine (detail), After Bernardino Luini, 1510 .

[masonpowellposts]

Beautiful, flora and fauna

[lionofchaeronea]

Title: Night Angel Holding a Waning Moon Artist: William Morris (English, 1834-1896) Date: between 1857 and 1869 Genre: religious art Period: Victorian Movement: Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood; Arts and Crafts Movement Medium: watercolor, ink, graphite, and collage on mold-made paper Dimensions: 34 cm (13.4 in) high x 8.6 cm (3.4 in) wide Location: Museum of Fine Arts, Houston, TX

[ultraviolencesaints]

[moon-kissed-corner]

The painting Judith with the head of Holofernes (1846), by Charles van Beveren.

[asteriasgarden]

obsessed with this. and it could so easily turn into a religious angst fic too (happy ending of course, the fuck?)

cause like. what if kirk “mistakes” that light and warmth in the back of his mind as God and faith and then discovers that all along his religion was love? his deity was his lover????

ughhhhhhh

too many catholic guilt soapghost fics have infiltrated my brain

I desperately want more fics where the t'hy'la bond forms between Kirk and Spock from birth soulmate-style exclusively for the sake of making Spock, 16, feel the pain of starvation during Kirk's time on Tarsus IV.

There's maybe... two? fics I've read that used a similar concept, but there should be MORE.

Like, picture a Spock who knows that he's bonded to his t'hy'la, but has never met them. This bond is the one thing which makes him "acceptably vulcan" in the eyes of his peers. Surely he can't be a failed vulcan if he's got a t'hy'la, the rarest of all vulcan bonds, right? So, to Spock, this bond isn't only an honor, but a lifeline. His whole life, he's taken comfort from it, because it proves beyond a shadow of a doubt that there IS someone who will truly love and care for him and that he IS vulcan enough (and if he has some suspicions that the one he is bonded to isn't vulcan, well, he keeps them to himself).

And then, at some point, Spock begins feeling... oddly anxious. A little hungrier than he should be, most of the time. At first, he writes it off as simply another aspect of puberty, but then it continues. Then it gets worse. The sense of never getting quite enough to eat grows, and the anxiety builds, and eventually, Spock realizes that it's not him. His t'hy'la is the one who is hungry and afraid.

He brings it to his father, then, deeply concerned. "They are hungry," he says of his t'hy'la. "It is persistent and... palpable. I believe they are in danger."

Sarek is sympathetic, but unable to do anything save offer advice: "Be with them. If you meditate and focus on your bond, you may be able to reach them, to offer some modicum of comfort."

And so Spock does. He spends his days deep in meditation, projecting calm and comfort and gentleness into the bond, and he hopes that it is heard, though he can't help but feel that he isn't doing enough. He wishes that he could reach into their mind and find their location so he could help them, but even with the aid of T'Pau, it would be impossible.

And still, the fear and the hunger grow worse, gnawing away at his t'hy'la until Spock wonders if there is even anything left of them, on the other side of the bond.

"I fear they are dying," he confesses one night, emerged from his meditation for just long enough to eat a meal. "They are... so weak, now, and filled with such despair. I -" Spock's voice breaks. "I have not even met them. It is unfair!"

Amanda holds him, and he, for the first time since he was seven, allows it.

"Their mere presence in my mind has done so much for me, and in return, what good have I done for them? I wish..." He swallows, throat aching with suppressed grief. "I would take their place, if I could."

He wonders, almost, if it would be better for them, to die. Their pain was so intense, and their terror so strong - surely death could be nothing but release.

Still, selfishly, he wants them to live.

He wants to get a chance to know them, to love them as more than just a warm link in the back of his mind.

So, still, he meditates, and tries to press as much warmth and affection as possible through the bond, saying don't give up, I'm here, I'm with you.

And, eventually, slowly, the hunger goes away. The fear takes longer, but it, too, eases over time. It never goes away entirely, of course. Sometimes, starvation plagues his t'hy'la's memories, or disembodied terror strikes them out of nowhere. But still, they are healing, and Spock is grateful for it.

Someday, he hopes to have the chance to hold his t'hy'la in his arms, but until then, he offers his mind. Every time he meditates (and every time he feels his t'hy'la's distress) Spock presses love and warmth into the bond. He still doesn't know if he's reaching them, but he hopes - and sometimes, hope is all you need.

(Jim, for his part, thinks often of the gentle warmth and reassurance which filled his mind during his darkest days. He wonders if he could have kept going, without it. He wonders, too, where it came from, and why he can still feel it sometimes, brushing lovingly over him. He hopes that someday he'll find out, to thank them for staying with him, for granting him a light in the darkness.)

[the-evil-clergyman]

Judith by Jules Joseph Lefebvre (1892)