A: When a good person dies, they move to another plane to further their good among the living.
B: Ah… if only I could still believe in these beautiful dreams…
A: And why can’t you, now?
B: Because there is no “other plane.” There’s only here, and now, in this life.
A: But that’s where the other plane come into existence.
B: What do you mean?
A: A person carries their good with them, in their actions and love while they are alive–and we look to them to help us believe and trust as they do–that’s what changes.
B: Please explain.
A: When they die–we no longer look outside ourselves to find what made them what they were–but what they were, lives now within all who knew them–and far beyond, in ever growing numbers of those who knew only of their good through others.
A. The other plane, then…
B. Yes… lies within us. Can you not feel it welling up within, out of the very mourning of their loss?
Thalo blue glaze to bring that almost-crimson red-violet, to purple–and give the figure dimension with it’s yellow compliment. This should be much larger: maybe, 72×36.. . but where would I put them, when I make more than 100 new pieces a year? I feel defeated, even when I’m ok with a piece. See comparison with last version HERE: https://jacobrussellsmagicnames.com/2020/08/24/1165-homo-agonistes/.
24×18 Oil over acrylic ground on canvas. Have been playing with this technique, and beginning to get what I wanted. I think this is going to be a series. … of shrouds. This has since been reworked, as Shroud in a Sea of Blood and Fire — see the post above.
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An image that haunts … I see what’s happening., and it near pushes me to want to self-immolate in front of some establishment whatever..
but I know it won’t make any difference. Any more than the monks in Vietnam. Or Norman Morrison..(does anyone remember, Norman Morrison? … . but it still haunts me, as a way out, as pain that may be sufficient to burn away the pain I feel inside me.
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