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This is a moving analysis and image of a beautiful painting by my friend Chelsea. :-) I want to go and see this for myself now. Why does it have to be in the women’s restroom?! 
chelsea-jaeger:

This is one of the most profound paintings I have ever seen in my life.  And I found it in the women’s restroom at Il Monastero…maybe I should explain.
Part of my avoidance of the Mardi Gras Madness was participating in a Social Justice and Advocacy training (which was AWESOME! Anyone want to lobby congress people with me?).  When I told my friend I was spending my Friday and Saturday at Il Monastero, she told me that I had to see the painting in the women’s restroom.  Naturally, I was curious, but I did not think much of it until I saw the beautiful piece in person…
There is no title or artist that I could determine, but that just fits with the perfect ambiguity of the rest of the painting.  Here is the profoundness of this art.  The baby is in the center of the painting, standing out in its white clothes.  The legs of the parents melt into the nest of care and safety that surrounds the infant.  The picture is one of perfect love and commitment. 
But that’s when I saw it.  Or rather, I understood what I could not see.  Looking down from above, it is hard to determine the gender of either parent figure.  I could be looking at a man and a woman, but I would believe it if the artist told me I was looking at either two men or two women. The ambiguity leaves room for an imagination to run free, to see the love and joy between two people over such a gift. 
It made me want to weep for joy;  I can see the perfection captured in this painting, perfection that is independent of the genders or the races of the parents.  I also wanted to weep for sadness; too many individuals cannot see beauty and goodness in racially-mixed or same-sex parents. 
I wish the painting were more accessible; a photograph cannot do it justice.  But I hope it has provoked some thoughts in you as it has in me…
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This is a moving analysis and image of a beautiful painting by my friend Chelsea. :-) I want to go and see this for myself now. Why does it have to be in the women’s restroom?! 

chelsea-jaeger:

This is one of the most profound paintings I have ever seen in my life.  And I found it in the women’s restroom at Il Monastero…maybe I should explain.

Part of my avoidance of the Mardi Gras Madness was participating in a Social Justice and Advocacy training (which was AWESOME! Anyone want to lobby congress people with me?).  When I told my friend I was spending my Friday and Saturday at Il Monastero, she told me that I had to see the painting in the women’s restroom.  Naturally, I was curious, but I did not think much of it until I saw the beautiful piece in person…

There is no title or artist that I could determine, but that just fits with the perfect ambiguity of the rest of the painting.  Here is the profoundness of this art.  The baby is in the center of the painting, standing out in its white clothes.  The legs of the parents melt into the nest of care and safety that surrounds the infant.  The picture is one of perfect love and commitment. 

But that’s when I saw it.  Or rather, I understood what I could not see.  Looking down from above, it is hard to determine the gender of either parent figure.  I could be looking at a man and a woman, but I would believe it if the artist told me I was looking at either two men or two women. The ambiguity leaves room for an imagination to run free, to see the love and joy between two people over such a gift. 

It made me want to weep for joy;  I can see the perfection captured in this painting, perfection that is independent of the genders or the races of the parents.  I also wanted to weep for sadness; too many individuals cannot see beauty and goodness in racially-mixed or same-sex parents. 

I wish the painting were more accessible; a photograph cannot do it justice.  But I hope it has provoked some thoughts in you as it has in me…

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