Moved to Tears
In an old family photo album, without names or dates, I find a postcard of The Assumption of the Virgin (1516-18) by the Italian Renaissance painter Titian. The very same painting that moved me to tears a couple of years earlier in the Basilica di Santa Maria Gloriosa dei Frari in Venice, Italy. When that happened, I felt the artist speaking directly to me through the eternal quality of the altar piece, the Assunta. A whisper four centuries strong, touching my heart ever so lightly. I wonder what this distant family member was thinking when they bought the card. Were they as moved by the artist and his imagination as I was?