John Skillen Why did the visual arts find such a welcome place in the preaching, teaching, and devotional practices of Franciscan and Dominican monasticism?
L'ALBERO DELLA VITA, OR THE TREE OF LIFE
Our goal was to recover for a contemporary audience the rich set of resonances between a medieval play, a painting, a place, and a devotional text.
A NEW MADONNA DELLA MISERICORDIA
As an experiment in visual ecumenism, Bruce Herman and Matt Milliner brought together their studio art and art history classes to create a painting that questioned traditional Christian divisions.
SHYLOCK RETURNS TO THE GHETTO
I went a different direction: opening up the character to five actors of different age, size, race, gender. True, a five-actor Shylock would demand more of its audience: my hope was that the audience would find itself in Shylock.
IL CONVENTO DEI SERVI
Art creates another significant link between Gordon College’s part of the globe and the Servite monastery in Orvieto. In a lush eclectic gallery of the Isabella Stuart Gardner Museum in Boston hangs a five-panel polyptych of the Virgin and Saints—a piece from the church of the Servi in Orvieto.
DISCOVERING ART IN ITS PLACE
John E. Skillen
This has been our subtle progress from studying in situ art to making art in situ for a community; from renewing a respect for tradition to contributing to that tradition.
THE BODY BROKEN
When we stand in a tradition we are not simply trying to maintain a status quo; we’re in the business of translating what is past into what is truly present and thereby extending and elaborating that tradition.
STRANGERS & OTHER ANGELS
Actors in white linens shower the crowd with tiny flower petals. This night’s itinerant theatre performance has transformed into a banquet in which actors and audience are no longer separated, the barriers gone. On these ancient stones is laid out a banquet of laughter, food and wine, and all are invited.
“Gina Leishman plays the rim of a glass, creating an unearthly sound in the night air. Sometimes in this carefully sculpted moment one could hear a gasp in the audience. That is always the music I long for.” - Karin Coonrod, artistic director of Orfeo in Orvieto.
"HOME IS WHERE ONE STARTS FROM"
Julie Pointer Adams
We gathered in the central courtyard around a makeshift table … family members and friends, young and old, locals and Italians from other regions, Italians and Americans, some living there permanently and some just visiting, came together to break bread and share wine together.
POEMS FOR SUNDAY
A number of months after we started attending St Cuthbert's, the music director approached me and said, "You write poetry. Do you want to write a poem for Pentecost?" My reply was an immediate, "Not a chance. I am not a religious poet."
VITTORIA COLONNA AT MONASTERO SAN PAOLO
Damon Di Mauro
On March 17, 1541, a noblewoman of a certain age in widow’s weeds appeared before the door of the Convent of San Paolo in Orvieto, seeking refuge. According to Jacob Burckhardt, she was “the most famous woman” of sixteenth-century Italy.
VITTORIA COLONNA & THE REFORMIST MOVEMENT
Damon Di Mauro
Vittoria Colonna found in evangelismo a new outlet for her poetry, well suited to her own religious and lyric sensibilities.
VITTORIA COLONNA & HER CORRESPONDENTS: MARGUERITE DE NAVARRE & MICHELANGELO
Damon Di Mauro
Perhaps no other aspect of Vittoria’s life has been more scrutinized than her association with Michelangelo. We know that Vittoria and Michelangelo were in frequent contact during her stay at San Paolo.
ELISA LARDANI MARCHI
Michelle Arnold Paine
One Sunday morning in that first spring of 1998 I attended Mass at the Duomo, lingering afterwards to savor the heartfelt simplicity I had observed in the liturgy. A woman approached me. She said, “I saw you in the library last week and now I see you here, so I came to introduce myself.”
MONASTERO SAN PAOLO
Italy is dotted with monasteries of obscure identity, old purposes being forsaken, antiquity and cultural value arguing for their preservation. What should be done with an old hulk of a building, often vast and sturdily built, graced with art or good views or fine acoustics?
THE DICTATORSHIP OF HAPPINESS
Later on the bus back home, it came to me: we live in a great plain from which history has been abolished. History, story, stories – everything whose existence is manifested through the progressive alterations of time. Nothing around us recalls the past, nothing constructs the future.