Madiosi has excelled himself in developing his latest theme of crucifixions in the open park called 'Parker's Piece' in Cambridge. His first picture of this location, looking from north to south, shows Alice crucified with the church of 'Our Lady and the English Martyrs' in the background (#1.) The second image is a view across Parker's Piece from south to north, showing the far corner of the park at the end of the distant tree line, where Wragg and I met - precisely in the centre of the picture (#2.)
Madi's second view of this location (#3) looking from the church towards the north, reveals Alice crucified in the middle distance, in exactly the same place as in his first picture, the late afternoon sun casting similar long shadows as before. The detail close-up (#4) confirms that we are indeed seeing the same figure of Alice with her shadow cast behind her. To provide two manipulations from opposite viewpoints, of the same scene with this level of consistency is quite remarkable.
Madi's last picture (#5) demonstrates the popularity of this execution site, with another Makar model from Cruxdreams' 'Master and Slaves' series, crucified in the foreground shadows, cast by the trees on our left. I wonder, how could Wragg and I have missed so much action taking place in the park? Thanks Madi, for these amazing souvenirs of our afternoon in Cambridge!
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A Cambridge Crucifixion
(With apologies to Rupert Brooke)
Ah God! to see the nailed limbs stir
Across the moon at Grantchester!
To smell the thrilling-sweet and rotten
Unforgettable, unforgotten
Crux-victims’ smell, and hear their pleas
Sobbing, nailed up to their trees.
Say, do the crosses greatly stand
Still guardians of that holy land?
Are girls displayed, with anguished screams,
Beside the academic stream?
Does dawn come peeping, shy and cold
Tinting their bare skins silver-gold?
At sunset, do crowds come to see
From Haslingfield and Madingley?
And after, ere the night is born,
Do whip-marks those fair breasts adorn?
Oh, give them water sweet and cool,
Gentle and brown, from Byron’s pool,
While laughs the immortal river still
She’ll suffer still, she’ll suffer still!
Say, is such beauty yet to find?
Such willing slaves, to fate resigned?
In anguish set, not to forget
The scourge, the thorns, the pain? . . . oh! yet
Stands the Church clock at ten to three?
And is sweet Alice there to see?