A meditation on the waning days of western metaphysics via the art historical trope of the harlequin—re-imagined as a contemporary, Black Metal-music reveler. Corpse painted figures imbibing in a bacchanal of alcohol and religious euphoria. They are the Freudian Id, loosed and drunk on a mal-appropriated spirituality. Using structures of iconic, Christian painting and illuminated, prayer manuscripts this work creates a contrast of reverence and irreverence in order to express the desire for meaning faced with the fear that meaning has receded in the construct of all things.
Yep... Some sort of gnostic conversation (albeit a drunken conversation) ...an "after party" of civilization's metaphysical/religious beliefs.
As such ...an emotional/mental state depicted as if it were a sociological exposition of a future's past.