This shrine celebrates the artistic awakening I've felt since my breast cancer diagnosis.
The saint on the front -- with her blood-stained cloak, right breast-impaling cross, oddly flattened left breast area, and numbed expression -- strikes me as the perfect depiction of a woman newly diagnosed with breast cancer. The Modigliani statue beside her -- with tumor or mastectomy-like stone on her chest -- also speaks to the shocking physical implications of the breast cancer diagnosis.
But inside, Mary Magdalene is pointing to that perfect egg as the perfect embodiment of something brand new that can come of this, of something within us that gets to start all over, of something containing everything it needs to become a whole new being.
Starting with that blank white egg, we can rebirth ourselves and our lives, painting them any color we want, using broad primitive strokes or the finest, most delicate ones.
And with that awakening of our true selves comes a rebirth of wonder -- at the world and at ourselves and our powerful, inherently artistic souls.
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