Nativity Tancred
Nativity Tancred
My son helped me stretch this canvas on an old window frame. I had an idea what it would contain. As he helped, he told me of his friend, Tancred. Each time I took up a brush and looked at this friend emerging in front of me, I thought of my boy’s friend; Tancred’s story of tragedy and joy. Tancred passed a road accident on the way to school one day and in the course of the day, was told that his mother had died in it. His family fell apart and Tancred became homeless. The church where I ministered gathered around, found him a home, helped him furnish it and cared practically with no demand to confess a faith. This, to me, was a very practical new birth, a Nativity of a vulnerable one born into a web of care. I thought of life emerging from life, light shocking the darkness and of fire, which does not destroy. I thought of the vine in which courses life through us all. Jesus’ face arrived with me, no pictures copied for him. He gave me that penetrating stare from an intensely alive person on a cross, seeing through all and still deepening friendship with those caught in that sight. We read that his body is the Temple of God, and in this image, people of all hues and types stream, welcome, into that locus of Love. The title is Nativity (Tancred) reminding us that the Nativity revealed the presence of God in humanity, who grew to an adult (not stuck in the ‘sweet’ Nativity narrative) and who as he grew, welcomed all to the temple and to the eternal place of God. There are none stuck on the outside in this temple.
oil on canvas stretched to discarded mahogany window frame
1999/2022
120 x 104cm
Original Painting in private collection