This is an image I found somehwere on The Selby, an image I have been in love with ever since. My mother collected antique saints all throughout my life, right up until my parent's moved to a muslim country. What was left behind in the Sao Paulo flat was an extensive an important collection of figurative barroque sculpture, ranging from 17th Century St. Sebastians to 19th Century Baby Jesuses. Godlessness never stopped us from apreciating the power of religious imagery, but as I grew up I realized that it was all a big joke, expensive campery. Just Kitsch at its best.