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The newest obsession of mine: Stigmata. It fascinates me. The whole idea of it. Also an expressive portrait of why we, as humans, are so frail and fragile. Organized religion. Not belief in a god (do not confuse me and accuse me.), but belief in a dogma. Belief in a system composed by man. Man. If the only perfection is a god, then men are imperfect. Therefore, all things created by man are imperfect. Hence, organized religion is imperfect. We are imperfect due to the differing opinions among us. Religion is an opinion. It is an interpretation. "The Holy Bible" was written by man, was it not? Do not try to tell me it was written by the almighty, because, though it may have been spoken from the almighty (if you can believe that), it was interpreted by a man. A lowly man, at that. And that was in a completely different language. When translated to English, I'm sure a lot of things were missinterpreted. Thus the phrase "lost in translation." You can't get the same effect when switching languages. The basis behind this all-powerful religion (Yes, I am speaking distinctly of the Catholic/Christian religion. I don't know enough about any other religion to argue it.) seems rather intelligent. Keep everyone alive. Except the weak. God will take them. That goes along with our instinct. If we all stay alive, then we have more people to mate with and more chances to spawn. Alas! According to this book, we cannot have sex? Well...how does that fit in to the scheme of things? This book was written by a misanthrope! No sex? It's an end to the human race. How do we have children? We don't. Instead, we live our lives in service to this omniscient god. And in one generation, the human race would END. Religion goes against what we know to do. Though shalt not murder. Unless in the name of god. What if in the name of self-protection, self-advancement--in the name of self? We are god. We are what we worship because we are all that matters. But we've personified that idea through a storybook into a large white man with a beard. A white man with a beard whom you can only see if he wants you to, and whom you can hear inside your head. Let me put it for you simply: Religion is an undiagnosed form of Schizophrenia. No kidding. It was written by a man who was hearing voices. Voices that told him what to do, and what not to do. Voices that made him harm others. The Bible is in painstaking detail, and is thousands of pages long. How could a sane man do such a thing? He couldn't. The insane reign supreme. And the only reason for the negativity of that statement is the fact that the insane are self-consumed. Paranoia is a fear of everything but yourself. It's the idea of advancement of self taken to an ironic level. If you fear others, you can't keep your species going. And therefore, my dear public, organized religion was meant to kill us, not keep us going. In the end of all this ranting, you may find a twist, by the way. So keep an open mind.

Anyway. Glad that's over with. I may be putting this piece in that big thing I've been telling you all about. However, it's kind of bloody. I tried so hard to stay away from the blood, but I couldn't. I like the effect I put on it with the lighting. To make it look very dark and almost like an amateur video of this miracle.

For anyone who cares, the blood is a mixture of theatrical fake blood, flour, and red and black acrylic paint. Oh, and water. Anyone have suggestions on getting that kind of thing out of a carpet?

*******I'm also posting a couple more from the same shoot. Please do tell me which you like best.

Stigmata 2: [link]
Stigmata 3: [link]

Description
The newest obsession of mine: Stigmata. It fascinates me. The whole idea of it. Also an expressive portrait of why we, as humans, are so frail and fragile. Organized religion. Not belief in a god (do not confuse me and accuse me.), but belief in a dogma. Belief in a system composed by man. Man. If the only perfection is a god, then men are imperfect. Therefore, all things created by man are imperfect. Hence, organized religion is imperfect. We are imperfect due to the differing opinions among us. Religion is an opinion. It is an interpretation. "The Holy Bible" was written by man, was it not? Do not try to tell me it was written by the almighty, because, though it may have been spoken from the almighty (if you can believe that), it was interpreted by a man. A lowly man, at that. And that was in a completely different language. When translated to English, I'm sure a lot of things were missinterpreted. Thus the phrase "lost in translation." You can't get the same effect when switching languages. The basis behind this all-powerful religion (Yes, I am speaking distinctly of the Catholic/Christian religion. I don't know enough about any other religion to argue it.) seems rather intelligent. Keep everyone alive. Except the weak. God will take them. That goes along with our instinct. If we all stay alive, then we have more people to mate with and more chances to spawn. Alas! According to this book, we cannot have sex? Well...how does that fit in to the scheme of things? This book was written by a misanthrope! No sex? It's an end to the human race. How do we have children? We don't. Instead, we live our lives in service to this omniscient god. And in one generation, the human race would END. Religion goes against what we know to do. Though shalt not murder. Unless in the name of god. What if in the name of self-protection, self-advancement--in the name of self? We are god. We are what we worship because we are all that matters. But we've personified that idea through a storybook into a large white man with a beard. A white man with a beard whom you can only see if he wants you to, and whom you can hear inside your head. Let me put it for you simply: Religion is an undiagnosed form of Schizophrenia. No kidding. It was written by a man who was hearing voices. Voices that told him what to do, and what not to do. Voices that made him harm others. The Bible is in painstaking detail, and is thousands of pages long. How could a sane man do such a thing? He couldn't. The insane reign supreme. And the only reason for the negativity of that statement is the fact that the insane are self-consumed. Paranoia is a fear of everything but yourself. It's the idea of advancement of self taken to an ironic level. If you fear others, you can't keep your species going. And therefore, my dear public, organized religion was meant to kill us, not keep us going. In the end of all this ranting, you may find a twist, by the way. So keep an open mind.

Anyway. Glad that's over with. I may be putting this piece in that big thing I've been telling you all about. However, it's kind of bloody. I tried so hard to stay away from the blood, but I couldn't. I like the effect I put on it with the lighting. To make it look very dark and almost like an amateur video of this miracle.

For anyone who cares, the blood is a mixture of theatrical fake blood, flour, and red and black acrylic paint. Oh, and water. Anyone have suggestions on getting that kind of thing out of a carpet?

*******I'm also posting a couple more from the same shoot. Please do tell me which you like best.

Stigmata 2: [link]
Stigmata 3: [link]