Junkyard Quote Post Two Week Four

A fresco, outlined from a ripped out festival stand, tells the story of Jesus. The crucifiction specifically, accurate down to the thieves on the left and right. The only one with them, Daniella says as we crane our necks, straining to see every detail, right down the lapus lazuli that makes the deep blue sky on Giotto's pieces. She points out the bottom piece, Mary holding baby Jesus, with Francis and John on either side. Her microphone cuts in and out, static from the thousands of guides each with their blue and pink boxes on lanyards. My eyes glaze on the halos, slightly puffed out from the wall, the closest we have to touching these men. I disagree with Mary's thumb, pointing towards Francis, his painted shock the same as mine.