Gestures Towards Divinity

A white gallery room. A Francis Bacon triptych. You, empty-handed, wearing only a linen robe. Another room, and yet another. Three triptychs hang before you.

You can enter the art, yes. Please do. Have a closer look.
Talk to the paint-imprisoned pain, the monster and the lover. Talk to the Fury and George Dyer. Poor George, bruised, dead.

See what mirrors the Creator makes. What tortured creatures he chooses to reflect his image.
The mouth, the bruise, the death.

Come see… Make your acquaintance with Francis Bacon, painter, tormented heart.

Mourn with us, perform with us.

And ask yourself while asking them: What is this deep within us all?

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