11 martha myers

My Lenten journey began when Marea Haslett gave us a tour of the High Museum. I was particularly taken with a piece by Stefan Bondell, “Pyramid.” It is a dark picture composed of three figures – one prostrate in prayer, one walking with a prayer book, and a third commanding figure at the pentacle of the triangle, arms outstretched, larger than life. I was jolted as I recognized the top figure as a victim of torture that was conducted in my name at Abu Ghraib.
My early sketches and small paintings re-imagined this haunting trinity. I reshaped it as a trinity of innocent Iraqi prisoners on blocks, each being tortured in my name. As the time to put brush to paper came, I could not do it. I was not brave enough. I was ashamed.
Instead, I painted this piece, one that reflects the hope I seek, during this time of waiting for the coronavirus to pass. I am anxious here on “this fragile earth, our island home.” I feel suspended in time and long for the comfort of Easter.
Luke 23
42 Then (the thief) said, “Jesus, remember me when you come into your kingdom.”
43 Jesus answered him, “Truly I tell you, today you will be with me in paradise.”

According to tradition, dogwood blossoms symbolize rebirth and resurrection. The four petals of a blossom form a delicate cross, yet the dogwood branches are strong. At this time of year, Atlanta offers us many of these to enjoy and ponder.
Jesus offers hope and unconditional love. I offer this piece as a symbol of my hope and love for us. Jesus’s hand is outstretched to the thief but also to me and to you.