“No fortress is impregnable, nor any prison secure, for the mind can pass through any wall, no matter how strong it might be: and a young girl’s spirit is alive with desire, and old stone cannot think.”
I stumbled upon this sculptural group at Koh Mak temple. The woman with a broom struck me. I haven’t seen many images of women in Buddhist wats (apart of apsaras and devatas, who play a rather decorative role, or Mahayana deities such as Guan Yin, or numerous female figures in the narratives about the life of the Buddha). And although I’ve seen a lot of sweeping and cleaning at the Buddhist monasteries, I’ve never seen a sculpture of a sweeping woman in any of them.
Some call it “kitsch” but I like it. I see no evil in people’s happiness. For me, silly happiness is better than smart suffering.