The innocent heart wrested from its sanctum. The belly laid waste, and for what, save love of gore? Here, we look down on the altar to see the heathen’s crooked hopes, as well as his hubris. As though prophecy arranged itself in flesh and blood for him to see!
The theme of this figure is savagery. This is sacrifice, indeed, but not holy sacrifice—the One offered in consideration of the many. No, this is barbarism: the dumb brute slaughtered for the supposed wisdom contained in its viscera. The curving black forks—splinters of clavicle, scapula, rib—offer mute testimony to those who shiver for want of grace. To the over-reacher, the omen-monger, sky-watcher, shabby “priest.” (Ha!) The wavering, parallel inscriptions are empty repetition, epitaphs for illiterates.
Wrong questions lead to wrong answers.
4 comments:
spiky!
If by "spiky," you mean "freighted with consequence," then I couldn't agree more.
Is this the Piers van Fontenburg? Of Odense?
Sir! I am honored!
Great doodles.
Do you think of this stuff while you are doodling, or is it just your interpretation after the fact?
I'm here because you wanted more people to read your blog, by the way.
Have a good one.
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