How does one communicate on the canvas the sense of dread our ancestors felt when the sun died? This miserable illusion, that a king must die a sacrificial death in order to bring the Sun and save his people. So powerful is this illusion, that even today, in the face of modern astronomy, there are still people who believe that it is the sun who is setting rather than us, earthbound, turning away from it's light.
This is one of those paintings I've been born to paint, call it karmic duty or whatever, it is painting itself. In the aeons of human existence, no other human being could've expressed precisely what I am capable of saying in this piece. Its definitely a unique point of view for the Deity. This is the ultimate expression of IAO, which is now replaced by VIAOV. A Requiem for all Requiems. Osiris, in the mind of the Pilgrim, is no longer a spiritual reality and is replaced by a lifeless inhuman form hanging on the cross. The womb of earth, and all the nightmarish ghouls trapped within are but a necessary night of the Pilgrim's own soul in his initiation into the next phase in humanity's spiritual development. I'm painting my own fucking nightmare, years of my life spent in suicidal depression, carrying a rotting corpse that was supposed to be my spiritual reality. Yet I'm not overtaken by this dread when painting it, because I know the freedom soon to overtake to the Pilgrim's consciousness in the form of the Falcon, Horus of the Two Horizons, and the Silver Star. This Requiem is the terrible gestation period for the Crowned and Conquering Child within my own self, Death here being the key to change, to Life. Here lies a great mystery not yet understood by the masses.
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