Here's part of a news article about Sister Wendy discussing the sɛҳuąƖ and sensual statements she often makes when commenting on the nude art in front of her. Her focus on nudity and sex shameful! No Christian should be watching her shows.
The incongruity of such passionate, and often sensuous, statements coming from a hunched, bespectacled, 67-year old nun is the secret to much of Sister Wendy's charm and success.
Over the last six years, Sister Wendy, who still spends most of her time in solitude in a trailer near a Carmelite monastery in England, has starred in three British television series about art and developed something of a cult following in Europe.
The basic format for these programs is to plop Sister Wendy in front of a piece of art and let her lapse into one of her meandering, rapturous commentaries. Her fame owes no small debt to the erotic overtones of some of these reveries, which have occasionally made her seem the Dr. Ruth Westheimer of art appreciation.
In her first series, ''Sister Wendy's Odyssey,'' she clucked over the ''lovely and fluffy'' pubic hair in a nude by Stanley Spencer. In ''Sister Wendy's Story of Painting,'' she describes the male bison rendered by cave muralists as ''great balls of male erotic fury, ready to explode on one another.'' Looking to the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel, she espies Adam, ''sprawled there in his naked male glory, but he's not alive.''
''All he can do,'' she says, ''is lift up a flaccid finger.''