In the quietude of a dimly lit chapel, the air thick with reverence, a lifelike painting took center stage. It depicted a moment etched in the annals of faith: The Virgin Mary, her face a canvas of sorrow and grace, cradled her son Jesus’ body after the crucifixion. The scene was somber yet profoundly beautiful.
Mary’s delicate fingers, rendered with meticulous detail, reached out to gently cover Jesus' loins with a handkerchief, a symbol of