Dec 18, 2015
Art selection and comment by Lil Copan
As a graphic designer, Luba Lukova works with raw symbols and minimal text, stripping away words and symbols to locate a core. Her work also reflects her social activism. Mary’s Heart Pierced, a silk-screen print, is an illustration for A Prayer Book for Remembering the Women, which focuses on women figures in scripture. “When the church chooses which stories to tell and which stories to live out,” the book’s publisher explains, “it gives to us or withholds from us the stories we need to make our lives.” Peace is part of a series of posters on social justice issues. Born and educated in Bulgaria, Lukova lives in New York.
Last year, humanities professor Stanley Fish wrote a piece about selling his books. The books that had nourished his academic soul for half a century were wheeled unceremoniously out of his home. The ostensible reason for this sale was downsizing—Fish was moving from a house to an apartment. But the real reason was that he was approaching the end of his scholarly career, and the exit of his library was a symbol of a phase of his life coming to a close.
Luke’s first two chapters are a metaphorical retirement home for elders who are “looking forward to the consolation of Israel.” Then, in a sudden swirl of events, God gathers these aging people into the drama of salvation.
The other day, a small group from my church joined others from our neighborhood in a march on Chicago's north side. As we swarmed the streets, temporarily shutting down traffic, I noticed a woman in a car. Some motorists were exasperated, trying to turn around or just glowering at us. Others were supportive, honking their horns to the rhythm of "Siyahamba" as we sang. But this woman did nothing but sit there, parked in the middle of the procession, and wipe tears from her eyes. With visible emotion, she registered shock at this small but mighty band of the faithful marching with a processional cross at our head, proclaiming that black lives matter.
While the crowd's emotion was jubilant and righteous, I couldn't help but feel sad.