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retablo: the angel
"As a small child I loved to save the little plastic columns used to hold up the tiers of wedding cakes. Atop these miniature pillars I would arrange my prized collection of luminous Virgin Marys and the Crucified Christ. They glowed at me in the night from behind gilded gates and porticos. Familiar yet mysterious these heavenly companions (and let's not forget here my personal Guardian Angel) watched over me through the long hours of darkness. I also had a fine stack of Holy Cards featuring the death-defying exploits of a pantheon of Saints. It was that limitless realm of tortured but triumphant Sainthood, along with a cornucopia of bad art to illustrate the tale, that I fell in love with."

Pip McManus
Catalogue Essay