Showing posts with label suffering. Show all posts
Showing posts with label suffering. Show all posts
Final version of my Flesh and Acrylic project featuring Martin, a great friend. Please see the making and some details here below. The above photo has been shot with the Samsung NX11, provided by Samsung Electronics. Co., Ltd.
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This is a large painting on canvas I started last week (+- 100 x 130cm). I didn't want to finish it so I had the crazy and provocative idea to burn it. Like everything, art is ephemeral. Only a small piece remains, and the photos... Don't misunderstand me, art is precious and I don't like to destroy my work but this was the final purpose of this image. If you wish you can view several other pictures HERE.
© 2011 - Ben Heine
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Pastor says the decision wasn't based on hatred,
but on principle...
but on principle...
ARLINGTON, TEXAS — a mega-church canceled a memorial service for a Navy veteran 24 hours before it was to start because the deceased was gay. Officials at the nondenominational High Point Church knew that Cecil Howard Sinclair was gay when they offered to host his service, said his sister, Kathleen Wright. But after his obituary listed his life partner as one of his survivors, she said, it was called off. "It's a slap in the face. It's like, 'Oh, we're sorry he died, but he's gay so we can't help you,' " she said Friday.
..Is it that you suffer not for this soldier’s fading?.
The landscape of your thinking is littered,
Tufts of lifeless matter dark as death fall away-
You’ve this behind you; furrows of measured evil
Snaking across the damp gorge of your being.
You are not sacred in time, not humane, righteous.
You crawl upon your knees, grovel of your creation,
Yet it’s not your author and no one bends for you.
Something is howling. Something is howling now.
Something wicked this way screams…It shrieks.
It shrieks at your shadow, “You’re already dead!”
Its talons scrape the ground at your feet- you fail to see.
Come. Follow its marks upon the dust.
Come! It beckons!
Follow its howling through your darkness.
Let it show you the place where bombs descend,
Let it show you your god.
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