We’re sort of having a collision of stories here. One part “Station 12, Jesus Dies Upon the Cross.” One part “Venus on the Half Shell.” I’m really not having a problem with the collision of imagery, so much as I am with the three-foot-high barnacles. You’d need an awful lot of lemon butter to make that work.
John 19:33-35: And the soldiers nailed him to two seriously massive tongue depressors, with a periwinkle to his left and right. And the first periwinkle said, “Surely you are the son of God, free yourself, and us as well!” But the second periwinkle said “Do not mock him, for he has done nothing wrong. Will you remember me when you come into your kingdom?”
And Jesus said, “A talking shellfish? Yeah, probably. a bit hard to forget. I do think I’d remember that.”
So beautiful. Oh artist who had the foresight to combine shells with a plasti-chrome crucifix, I salute you. I did not understand the meaning of art until now.
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