
Back in 1997 I met in Paris with a girl of this town. Over time and many letters, we became good friends. After several years
asking a drawing, this was the result.
I think he liked it! Lol.
During the full moon at the beginning of S. XIX the prior and his congregation minimum, met in a tower adjacent to the convent, to practice their rituals in secret. The order thought
carnal union between a man and a woman was the only way to "experience God." Covered
night in the privacy of the tower, accompanied by their priests, monks completely surrendered "to God" to the first light of dawn. After a night of sex, screams, sweat and smell of burning wax, all poachers retreated to the next moon.
But one day this routine was interrupted by the invasion of the French army. The tower was taken by the invaders and the congregation was forced to suspend their individual explorations the soul.
One morning, just before Matins, the monks were awakened by a loud bang startled. The Gauls in their hasty retreat, had tried to destroy the tower because of its enormous strategic power, not knowing what was their legitimate purpose. But something went wrong and what they got was more open a huge gap on the top floor.
The congregation led by the prior and accompanied by the priests, moved the first sentence at the bottom of the tower, full of gratitude and lust contained, and that night again go with the call "God."
400X250mm
Graphite and l. watercolor on paper.
2008
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