Why do contemporary “conservative” Catholic painters keep producing works that don’t quite make the grade?

How did we get from Pinturicchio’s altarpieces to, well…

this?

And what’s the difference?

 We’re used to movies in which sacred persons are being played by actors, so in a sense we’re accustomed to being lied to about their identity. It’s OK for a movie because that’s how that art form works. But these paintings use the same framework, and it fails, because film and sacred painting have completely different purposes. Having models “play” these people for paintings pushes back the depiction of heavenly glory that sacred art is intended for, into the mental framework of a film, in which the viewer is supposed to suspend his disbelief. He’s supposed to watch a movie and just put into a mental cupboard the fact that Jesus is being played by Robert Powell or Jim Caveizel.

But that’s not what sacred painting is supposed to do. Looking at a work of Fra Angelico depicting a “sacred conversation” is supposed to be like getting a little glimpse of heaven, as though we are peeking through a magical window. It’s what Byzantine icons are intended to be; a window through which the sweet and wild winds of heaven blow.

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