A world without God digs a valley within the boundaries of our physical reality, so as to be a tyrant over all that is contained within it. Inside those walls, we are master. We can prod and cut and examine the tangible world until she exposes all her secrets. By restricting ourselves to that which can be empirically proven and rejecting any possibility of the transcendent, we get to decide what gives our lives meaning, if it has any at all.
You could think of the carvings depicted in this image as great monuments erected by the people who walked this valley in ages past. A life without purpose is a haunting path to walk.
The thick glass in our ensuite throws the pretty ribbons of light that you see in this painting. I must have looked hilarious with my tripod perched in the tub, a desk lamp clamped to the side, and myself crouching between its spindly legs trying to position my hands just right to catch the most amount of light in the few seconds that the sun peeked from behind the clouds. The awkward reference photo paid off though! This painting was a unique and enjoyable challenge.
I’ve always been intrigued by the Sherlock character, in particular the TV series starring Benedict Cumberbatch. In this study I imagined Sherlock as an older gentleman, wizened by years of relentless investigation. This image accompanies my blog post: What I Learned From The Great Mouse Detective