The Pieta by Michaelangelo is the most stunningly beautiful piece of art ever created. Between 1498 and 1499, Michaelangelo Buonarroti managed to capture all of the languid peace that martyrdom has to offer in Christ's reclined form and the epitome of majestic stoicism, with a hint of resigned sadness, in Mary's face and demeanor. Of course, Michaelangelo also added a ton of ruffles and fabric folds, which is fine. We can forgive him that lazy measure, the rest of the statue is exquisite.
I know it's the most stunningly beautiful
piece of art ever created because it's the only piece of art that I
consistently revisit. When I'm drinking and listening to music and
feeling ultra feely, I google "Pieta" and I'm greeted with this statue
that makes me almost, but not quite, want to cry. I think part of the
reason I like it so much is because the roles are somewhat reversed.
Christ has sacrificed his life but it's his mother, Mary, who appears to
carry not only the burden of his body but the sorrow of his loss.
Jesus is done, in the statue. He's collapsed, finished, K.O.'d,
finito. His work is through, but Mary marches on. As do all of us, who
are unfortunate enough to have not found a cross on which to martyr
You know, I think we're all sort of looking
for that big score that will keep us from having to work again for the
rest of our lives. Not financially, though of course I'd love to win
the lottery and never have to do anything again ever. I'm talking about
that big martyrdom score. Maybe I'm the only one, but I don't think
I can't imagine winding up as anything more
beautiful than the Pieta, Jesus laid across his devoted mothers lap.
His empty body relaxing, relieved of its charge.