A sideblog created to collect these images in one place. Source: artstation. I mean the whole damn point of the Nativity story is that the supposed son of God interpret Jesus how you fucking want, of course was born to a couple of poor, exhausted peasants in the stable for the inn, and his first bed was a feeding trough for animals. The only thing majestic was all the angels and shit, and of course motherly love. Although the Feast of the Holy Innocents is in a couple of days time, this painting is still really relevant in that it portrays Mary as how She really was: a scared refugee mum, so fearful that Her son was going to be one of the Innocents killed by King Herod. I will bind up the injured and strengthen the weak, but the sleek and the strong I will destroy.