The Passion of William Kurelek

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The astonishing career of the Canadian Catholic painter William Kurelek is an anomaly in the history of modern religious art. His paintings hang in the collections of the Museum of Modern Art in New York, the Hirschhorn Museum of the Smithsonian Institute, the collection of Queen Elizabeth II, the National Gallery of Canada, the Montreal Museum of Fine Arts, and several other museums in North America and Europe. During his lifetime he was honoured with more than thirty national and international awards, no less than six documentary films have been made of his life and work to date, and at least sixteen books of his stories and paintings have been published, including his great project, The Passion of Christ, a series of 160 illustrations of the Gospel of Matthew. Kurelek became increasingly well-known as his work was published and as he attracted more and more attention in international magazines. The New York Times called him “the North American Breughel.” Memories of his childhood surfaced in award-winning books such as A Prairie Boy’s Summer and A Prairie Boy’s Winter. His imaginative Northern Nativity, a redepiction of the birth of Christ in Canadian scenes, became a modern children’s classic. In later years he concentrated on several volumes which illustrated the life of the ethnic peoples of Canada: the Inuit, the Irish, the Jews, the Poles and the Ukrainians. At his death he left an estimated ten thousand works of art (a figure which includes major drawings), two thousand of which were paintings completed during the seventeen years between his first exhibition and his death in 1977. The fame which came to him during those public years was in stark contrast to the desolation of his early life as an artist, during which he labored under chronic depression and almost universal indifference to his message.


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When Disaster Strikes

On August 2nd a tornado hit Combermere, Ontario, the town where I live. Actually it is now estimated that three touched down, and two of them met in our village and worked mayhem. Such a natural disaster is an almost unthinkable event for us. We hear about Asian tsunamis, the hurricane in New Orleans, earthquakes here and there throughout the world, and we feel sympathy and send relief. But they remain somewhat abstract for us, because the worst that we suffer is a few power blackouts a year when spring and autumn storms blow a tree across a power line, or when a winter blizzard makes the roads difficult to drive for a day or so. We grumble and complain and then stop ourselves and thank God for a fairly clement climate in which to live. But actual disasters! Never! It could never happen to us!