“Surviving Holy Disorder…”
I tried to do the darkest, deepest work I could…with just a touch of light.
I guess it’s up to the viewer which part they concentrate on…
You can’t really make it all out so a guided tour follows…when I get back from the shop!
So, back from the shop, gather around. If you get lost on the tour, please head back to the coach to receive admonishment.
There’s a dude reclining on the bed in the middlish, holding a bunch of flowers (almost the only thing in the collage that isn’t rotten) and peering at the light at the end of the tunnel. All around the foot of the bed is the detritus of ALL religion…nicely symbolized with pieces of meat, metal, machinery, bones…you get the picture! (pun intended) In and languishing in all this filth are seven people, all with their hands over their faces. Whether they’re praying or crying is not entirely clear… I hope.
Behind the dude stand seven dead priests. They are dead. Dead, desiccated cadavers. And these evil, evil! fu^%ers still stand around chanting their twisted magic spells, knowing full well the dude is contemplating heading off down the tunnel.
And the tunnel is guarded by “a very nice young man” as a Mother may say. He’s indifferent as to what’s going on (unlike any who’ve read this far). The singular thing he has any concern about is that if you’re not on your OWN guest list, then you aren’t going in!
Now, that should be enough to get on with.
And here’s a few pictures of it in progresss