Sometimes the forgotten past comes into your life like an unexpected visitor and sometimes you re-discover parts of yourself through it…
A couple of weeks ago me and Elisabeth went with my mother up the mountains, to the village where she was born, to visit our relatives. At one point we took a walk through the woods and I discovered this really weird “pietà” sculpture (a Madonna holding a dying Christ, which you can’t really see in the picture above). What I like about it is, that the face is completely white and the eyes look more like empty holes giving it a pretty unsettling effect. The figure looks more like a ghost or a vampire, than the grieving mother we are used to see.
According to my mother this sculpture was made by a granduncle of mine called Joseph Ploner, better known in the village as “Weber Våter”, who got into wood sculpture when he was 80. Somehow it makes me think that a certain interest for the macabre and the unsettling might have its root in the family… at least on a latent, unconscious level. Now that I think of it, many of the old iron crosses in the village’s cemetery where made by my grandfather (should take pictures of those too, there were just too many people in the cemetery last time).
The unexpected visitor might have opened a door I had forgotten.
Sei un personaggione Hannes!!
Adesso resta da chiedersi il motivo di tutti quei morti sotterrati in quel paesino
Ho anche l impressione che Edvard Munch sia stato vostro parente