I could go deep into what this painting means to me, but I wouldn't want to tarnish anyone's own, personal views. A great friend of mine wrote a companion piece to compliment it and I've decided that I will allow it to speak as one representation of my painting.

The Whisper of a Dying God

“God is dead,” Mr. Friedrich said,
just the instant
before he died.
And in the former case
the whole damn human race
was half-laughing
as they cried.

And Henry Louis came,
though not to
place the blame,
but to write a scathing
eulogy.

And in all our
stupid contempt
for truth, we all
seemed exempt
To the notion of the burden
of proof.

"Lambs will come," he said,
"And lambs will go."
I took him as wise
at the time.
But in retrospect
I think he was just
playing chess
with the black and white
squares in our minds.

So if God is the man,
then who is the lamb
laid out warm and dead
on the slab?
I would guess, my dear
that he's us.
But if we are the man
and God is the lamb
then in who on our money
shall we trust?

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If anyone is interested in a more in-depth conversation of the ideals and perspectives inside this painting, along with my own thoughts - you can view my thread at MansonUSA.

Thanks for looking.

In Art,

Z