On Saturday, September 1st, porcine performance artist Deborah de Robertis was arrested at the world-famous Grotto of Massabielle in Lourdes, France, after she took off all of her clothes (apart from a blue veil), and posed like the statue of the Virgin Mary located at the site. I won’t go into the feminist artspeak gobbledy-gook which she released as an accompanying snort to her performance piece, titled “The Origin of Life”. [NOTE: This link is safe to read, but be warned that it leads to other links which are NOT, and in fact are quite offensive.] Suffice to say, she suffered no thought of charity for those who were there to pray, or for the children and others who might be scandalized by her performance. In fact, she likely counted on that element of public scandal to give impact to what would otherwise have been nothing more than a lipstick-on-a-pig moment.
This is not the first time that the artist has hoisted her snout before the world. In 2014, Ms. de Robertis was arrested for putting out the bacon at the Louvre, while in 2016, she was arrested after making a similar display of pork products at the Musée d’Orsay. These are all part of her ongoing campaign to achieve…well, really, nothing whatsoever, other than an increase in her own notoriety. And so far as that is concerned, she is like a pig in an orchard at the moment.
This latest arrest will certainly not deter Ms. de Robertis in her grunting about the public places of France, since she lives or dies by publicity, as do most performance artists of her type. There will likely be some sort of legal fine, which will be paid for by someone from the Contemporary Art world, and then she will be back to planning her next wallowing about in the trough of public opinion. One shudders to think what visual horrors we unsuspecting members of the public will be subjected to in about 20 or 30 years’ time, as the ham begins to age and sink further off the bone.
It’s interesting to contrast the behavior of this sort of performance artist, with the activities of performing artists who are in quite a different state of mind. There is no chorus of friars singing “Faith of Our Fathers” outside the offices of evil publications such as Cosmopolitan or Playboy every day, and I’ve never seen a church choir do a flashmob performance of Mozart’s “Dies Irae” (“The Day of Divine Wrath”) in the middle of Planned Parenthood’s annual coven. Mind you, I would probably pay to see that.
When these sorts of stories come up in art news, as they occasionally do, it’s very easy to become angry. Leftists behave like this because they know that it’s a cheap and easy way to offend a significant number of people, and get press attention for themselves. However with age comes wisdom, and with wisdom comes the knowledge that Ms. de Robertis is quite powerless, having no idea what she has just unleashed in her life.
In her prior performances, Ms. de Robertis targeted the world of fine arts, such as the leadership of prestigious museums like the Louvre and the Orsay. But now, she has targeted the Virgin Mary before pilgrims to Lourdes. These pilgrims are devout Catholics, suffering from painful disabilities or chronic, often incurable or fatal illnesses, who are accompanied by family, friends, and volunteers, all of whom have gathered together to pray together for God’s Grace through the intercession of Jesus’ Blessed Mother. These are not people to be trifled with.
I can guarantee you that somewhere in Lourdes, right at this very moment, there is a group of pious Catholic grandmothers and nuns who are praying to the Virgin Mary to intercede with her Divine Son for Ms. de Robertis’ conversion and redemption. Such a conversion will be far more effective, and of far greater worth to the artist, than any public attempt to criminalize her bad behavior. If she had just left the ladies of Lourdes alone, she could have continued in her rather bestial way of life, but now she is going to be made into a special intention for the prayers of others, and particularly that of the Mother whom she rather foolishly chose to insult.
Sorry, Ms. de Robertis, but you’ve finally met your match.