This simple allegory was revealed to me while I was documenting the performance art of Michael Tracy, whose intention it was to make visible the vestiges of ancient signs and symbols in the modern world.
The Archangel Michael has fallen from grace. Obsessed with the natural world, he has forgotten his appointed place. On Good Friday, he is entombed by friends and disciples. On Easter Sunday, he rises from the dead. Later that night, the blasphemer is brutally murdered by the Archangel Gabriel.
Maundy Thursday
Good Friday
Sunday
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Sunday. Yeah. That's me entombed.
Remember when we still could be anything we wanted? Do anything we wanted? We had all the time in the world.
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