She has life, hers to live with all the wisdom and grace she can, out there in the world. Yet hers is life after death, the death of her child. She carries that loss always and also the joy of the time they shared and the marvel of the preciousness of that life. She brought him into the world, yet she did not create him. That is the miracle of God.
Elisabeth Frink’s beautiful sculpture The Walking Madonna, gives rise to lots of thoughts.
I think it is very inspirational to have The Madonna outside of the church, and depicted as an older lady and active, rather than a more traditional pose constrained in the contours of youthful beauty and static above an altar.