‘...at the moment of: A Christ’s Death’

I suppose the understanding, for me, toward Christ is a bit different; this piece being not so much a religious testament as it is an observation of man, toward a man.

The scars on the Christ figure are visible to the viewer's lower left in the work. The lashes and the stones and the wood torn through him.

On the viewer's right is seen the Angels, once comforting Christ, now rising with his Spirit toward the Heavens, leaving the broken body behind.

The Crown of Thorns, violently embedded upon him with such disdain, sit no longer atop the man, but float freely beyond him and of the mockery and impudence intended toward him.

The healing Rains begin to fall at the upper most left. The droplets tiny crosses, perhaps to salve, perhaps to cleanse, perhaps as tears of sorrow for the actions of man.

Son of God, or son of a carpenter. His bowed head slipping forward into Peace, at the moment of his death.

‘Christ's death, His scars, should be ours.’