
The big garden was surrounded by an old wall. There was a gardenhouse where the nuns were drinking their tea and far in the back their was a cemetery. The last restplace for all the nuns who lived there. Ofcourse we find that very interesting but spooky. Sometimes we dared to wander till the cemetery and then we thought we could hear the angels singing. After 25 years my aunt decided to leave the monastery. In the late sixties that wasn't that easy. But she managed. When i was about 16 years old and we often visited our somewhat unwordly aunt i find out that the monastery wasn't that peaceful and serene place i thought it was. Struggles for power, gossip etc......
But even today i have a weak spot for the images of nuns and the almost forgotten world they used to live in. So during holidays i wanted to visit the abbey of Montivilliers. Gladly i could convince my three men that it was interesting 'cause they don't share my fascination haha. And then i read a folder about the holy Theresa and her story stuck in my mind. So in the evening when all was quiet, only the sound of the sea, i had to draw her. My image of the holy Theresa.
Devotion Ink & watercolor 10 x 14 cm
For now i leave you with an angelkiss. ;-)
Sweet greetz and take care!
5 comments:
I really enjoyed those mystical garden memories! I could imagine you exploring this strange world. It's so wonderful to be a kid! Love the new background on your page as well!!!
Hi Kipik, thank you. Yes, it's great to be a kid çause the world is such a magical place then. Fortunately growing up and daily life hasn't ruined my belief in magic. I still can look at the worls thru the eyes of a child. :-)
A wonderful post!
Thank you Sharon and welcome......
Très belles images !
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