What does it mean for someone to be enthroned? In this piece, I aim to explore the line between what is holy and upheld and what is sacrilegious and mundane. The subject is both enthroned, with angel wings and a symbolic halo, and incredibly human, being portrayed in the nude with a subtle line of blood running down her. She is not completely of this world, but she is not detached from it either. What does it mean to be held on a pedestal while still undeniably being a part of the material world? To what degree do we reject ourselves through devotion?
