The Thirteen Triad 37-38-39: I am the Way...

The subject is so vast that several canvases are required so that each aspect may be treated separately, Christ as the Source of Living Water, Justice, the Life, the Light, and so on.

In this particular work we find a summary where here and there the artist presents us with a surrealist touch, away from reality, with an inverse perspective, the foreground, the center ground and a distant group brought to the front.

To the left one sees a fountain which has been flowing since the creation of time; some jars are being filled as a small crowd gathers close. Then to provide balance there is another group to the right of which motherhood is the theme, where richly-dressed women and children are seated, listening and watching.

In the center, a road leads up to Christ. He stands surrounded by several personages, the Holy Virgin his Mother, with to his left the Holy Spirit and light from a warm, luminous sky.

Everything sacred here is ethereal and transparent, spread over the whole canvas. Secret lines lead up to Christ with richness in the color and movement. The whole leads one’s thoughts to the presence of the Holy Trinity.

The FourteenTriad 40-41-42: The Sermon on the Mount

Was there truly a mountain? Or was it imagination? In fact a mountain of humanity dominates this work. A crowd of people organized in a circular geometry has at its center a shining Christ seated under an oak tree.

In this presentation no detail can be considered apart for the whole forms a continuity. One’s regard travels joyously around the dimensions of the work and around the inner soul.

The words of the Master come down to us across two thousand years to move us yet again. All attention is turned toward the Master of Creation and is lost in the boundless heaven. Everywhere there shines a sacred light.

In the distant left Mount Hermon looms as a silent witness.

The actual material is a rich, thick paste with touches of lively movement. The colors are spread, or rather sown, around as in a field of wheat, but here the field is the crowd of humanity and the sun its soul.

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