In my visit a while ago, to an Eastern Orthodox church in Vancouver, it was indeed a heavenly experience to sit with a cupola of saints as a cloud of witnesses above, larger than life colourful paintings all around the domed room and a large circular 18 carat gold, gently lit, chandelier hanging low over us as we worshipped.
I felt at home as a Christian artist, yet uncomfortable too. Later it dawned on me that I was the only woman present wearing pants and not a dress. I recognized this tradition from my grandmother’s church.
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