But you did some beautiful posts here.
But you did some beautiful posts here.
nice those feetAnd here I hang in the scorching midday sun. I allow myself once more to fall forward off the upright of the cross. My long black sweat drenched curls fall down over my sunburnt face. The crowd groan and berate me with their vulgar abuse. They want to see my dance. I won't last long. The nails tear ferociously at my wrists and I scream in pain as they take my weight. Salty sweat and tears fill my eyes. I hold my eyes tightly shut and block out the world. Then I open them slightly. Privately. If they dont see my eyes open they may think I'm dead and stop shouting.
Stones .. little rocks and stones. Ants and other creatures of the soil. An occasional drop of sweat falls from my forehead and splashes damp below me. I hang more. My chin on my chest. Bright red. What is it???
Oh..... its blood....My nailed feet.
It looks so real
It is a good thing for me that my feet were tied and not nailed.
Nailed through the wrist, I would think one horror of the Victims's View would be... seeing that hand, once my own, now... since the moment the nail went through, a hideous contorted claw, the immense pain radiating from the wrist up - but in the hand itself, no feeling, no sensation, no control anymore, after the thick square crude, rusty nail has crushed the nerves... it's now just a foreign object, dead alien flesh, a caricature of something that was once part of me, ... and in its deathly rigor a preview of my destiny... only past this thing I can look at those who share my fate, but are unapproachably distant, captured in the torment of their own crosses... only past this thing i can look at those who are marched up the road to meet their fate in turn... and when our eyes meet, they are horrified, because what they see in my eyes is no hope, no defiance, but only the reflection of that what I see in that horrid claw...
it needs jumbo screens so we see ourselves in enormous close-ups,Ore something like this as the condemned's eye view?
it is indeed, new to me, thanks for posting it -An interesting painting
It looks so real
but I thought it were yoursohh eeehh no they were the feet from your Irsh friendIt is a good thing for me that my feet were tied and not nailed.
Nice work Repertor!!!Put your neck here.
I'll look for them today...I think Tree has done some very nice "victim's eye" manips of me and others suffering on our crosses. Would be nice if he could re-post a few here.
1965Vintage! 1930's, 1940's or 1950's? Doesn't matter really to the victim on the cross, I guess.
Can't be worse,. They are close, they are a lot.