When photography meets painting (11) – The entrance

“Now do be quiet, woman! The church is in a man’s conscience, and when I’m dead, I’ll lie by the church for ever,” father said. “Don’t you carry on in this way like the hypocritical Pharisee. Rather beat your breast and say as the publican did: Lord, be gracious unto me a sinner who am worrying the life out of my husband and wasting my breath in vain.”

Ion Creangă in Memories of My Boyhood (Amintiri din copilărie) (1889)