Yesterday I went to see an exhibition of work by my favourite artist. He’s an Italian sculptor who lived 600 years ago and his name is Donatello. Like the turtle. Although art historians aren’t supposed to say this sort of thing, I think he was the greatest artist who ever lived, in any medium, any …
Good Friday without church is the strangest thing. But this unique moment mirrors with eerie clarity the isolation that sits at the heart of what we people believe Jesus did, which is to give himself up utterly, to be lost and abandoned in solidarity with every lost and abandoned person who ever lived. On Good Friday, the promise …
I gave a lecture on Tuesday. “So what”, I hear you cry. Well, it is my job; but this one was actually fun, because I got to talk for an hour about my favourite artist, the dazzling star of the Florentine Renaissance, the one, the only Donatello. Thing is, it was a terrible lecture. It …