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Welcome! A few years ago, I discovered an application that artists employ in their works to bring cultural awareness to their audiences. Having discerned this semiotic theory that applies to literature, music, art, film, and the media, I have devoted the blog, "Theory of Iconic Realism" to explore this theory. The link to the publisher of my book is below. If you or your university would like a copy of this book for your library or if you would like to review it for a scholarly journal, please contact the Edwin Mellen Press at the link listed below. Looking forward to hearing from you!

Thank you for visiting. I hope you will find the information insightful. ~ Dr. Jeanne Iris
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03 April, 2017

Inspiration and Iconic Realism

Once a member of the choir at my Church, often I had the privilege of seeing the reaction of the congregation to the priest's homily. The way this poem illustrates iconic realism is that we have a real individual, sitting in the iconic Catholic Mass, listening to the rhetoric of a priest, however, the spirit comes not from the dogmatic words of the priest's mind, but from another spiritual source within that reality and thus illustrates that the mind, heart, soul connection rests within individuals. Their inner response to relevant awareness can move consciousness in a positive direction. 

The photograph is one which I took at the Cathedral de Notre Dame in Reims, France. It illustrates iconic realism and my poem below, too. There, an iconic statue and one refurbished, standing side by side, reveal enlightenment through art. Through this restorative project, talent reveals beauty in a cathedral, where souls are restored daily. 

Her eyes met those
of the congregation
by sententious words 
from a pallid pen
failing to touch
her heart or mind or soul.

So she breathed, 
inhaled the Spirit
who whispered to her,
“You are whole and wonderful.”
Exhaling a slow smile,
she sang a silent hymn,
a renaissance de cœur.

© Jeanne I. Lakatos