Every time we visit Saint Astremoine in Issoire, I cannot help but think of the impression it must of made in times less cluttered by man-made visual stimuli. This year during our visit I found myself in the south side of the ambulatory transfixed by the riot of patterns and color. I always try to capture what I’m experiencing but inevitably fall short. The camera can’t capture my emotional response to certain colors, to being surrounded in this place.
Saint Austremoine is joyous. The colors sing and there is nothing somber or fearful. This is a church that can only be experienced.
A trip into the crypt really felt like a descent into harder times. It evokes the seriousness of a martyr’s death and the burden of man striving for the light.
It was pure relief to go ascend into the church and emerge once again in the land of the living color.
If you are interested in a previous post on this church, follow this link.