31/03/2026
This is a translation (David Lewis, 1904) of a small section from St of ’s autobiography:
“I saw in his hand a long spear of gold, and at the iron’s point there seemed to be a little fire. He appeared to me to be thrusting it at times into my heart, and to pierce my very entrails; when he drew it out, he seemed to draw them out also, and to leave me all on fire with a great love of God. The pain was so great that it made me moan; and yet so surpassing was the sweetness of this excessive pain, that I could not wish to be rid of it.”
How to express something so bodily and physical, yet so divine and spiritual? has done something brilliant here. For the bodily, look to the central group - St Theresa’s habit (a symbol of containment and chastity), cascading around her in rivers and swells of intense feeling. For the divine, look everywhere else. So great is the pressure inside the chapel, the architecture seems to explodes outwards. Physical light, fictive light, pouring onto the two figures below. Angels trumpeting, and skeletons on the floor dancing a jig of joy.
This is a Baroque Blockbuster bar none. Complete with its own audience watching on - the patrons and his family, Cardinal Cornaro.