The Eternal Feminine When I was a child, I had a crush on the Virgin Mary, or at least to her representation on a weathered piece of wood hanging in my aunt’s kitchen in rural Romania. I grew up among many religious icons – interpretations and representations of the Divine, but while crucifixions scared me, the image of Mary was reassuring; mysterious and beautiful, complex, vulnerable and strong – she was the archetypal girlfriend. I know, this might sound as weird as entertaining fantasies about the Statue of Liberty, but for a large part of my life I lived on...
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