This image brings to mind D.H Lawrence’s ‘Twilight in Italy’, (1919), which opens with a chapter entitled ‘The Crucuifx across the Mountains’ :The imperial processions, blessed by the Pope and accompanied by the great bishiops, must have planted the holy idol like a new plant among the mountains, there where it multiplied and grew according to the soil ….
But gradually, one after another looming shadoily under their hoods, the crucifxes seem to create a new atmosphere over the whole of the countryside, a darkness, a weight in the air that is so unnaturally bright and rare with the ref…. Then every now and again recurs the crucifix, at the turning of an open, grassy road, holding a shadow and a mystery under its pointed hood.