She stands in front of the mirror, her body bare with the exception of the chain she was given. She stares at its entirety, at the firm curve of her stomach, her breasts; the valley between them and the way the metal ring waves softly against it. It reflects the light against the wall, small shadows building where there were none before.
The crown is in her hands. It hurts. The wood pierces her skin, makes the blood flow freely between her fingers. It’s what it’s supposed to do. It hurts just how it’s supposed to hurt.
She’s a prostitute and he dared to love her. And now he’s gone and she is back to the blackness of her ways, of her life, of her body as her instrument of work. Soon enough she will be dancing again, but not now. Now she managed to find this crown before they took him in. She has it and she’s allowing it to hurt just as much as it hurt him. She deserves this. She will always deserve this.
She brings it up to her head and places it, closes her eyes against the pain. That’s when the other woman stands at the door. Her face is a mix of awe and terror, of something so magnificent that she can’t process the information at first.
“Mary Magdalene. He’s back. He came back from the dead.”
I know. I know this is not how it goes in the Bible, I know Mary Magdalene and a couple other women are the first to find out that Jesus’ body is missing. Just go with it and indulge my highly Hollywoodesque mind, would you?
On Tuesday, I had an inspired day. I locked myself up in my grandmother’s room (also managed to lock myself out in the balcony with my cell phone inside, so I was stuck there in a t-shirt and 7ºC until I found a way to break in, which took about 20 minutes, but I digress) and set up my tripod. I had my batteries charged, my mem card empty and all the time in the world. So I guess my muse paid a visit, because within two hours, I took 605 photos of four different concepts. My favorite was the Mary Magdalene one.
She’s a character I truly love in the Catholic spectrum of mythology. She’s mysterious, she’s sinful and a saint at the same time. I love her, so I thought I’d pay a very… cinematographic homage. I hope you like it.
I’m working hard on the Magazine I talked about last week. Getting people to help and to participate, putting together the structure. I’m counting on the Portuguese artists here on flickr to join me in this project!
This is a series of four, meant to be seen together. The other three photos are in the comments.
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