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new collage for lent (fourth in a series)



"my god, my god, why have you forsaken me?"
mixed media collage on stretched canvas (vintage papers, marker, photocopy, glue)
8" x 10"
april 2014
gregory a. milinovich

here is my fourth collage in this lenten series on the final words of Christ. i wanted to express both the god-forsakenness of these words, as well as the hope latent in them as Jesus is quoting from a song. that's rights from his deathbed, Jesus quotes the first line of a song his listeners would have known well: the 22nd psalm. that psalm, while it begins with those excruciatingly lonely words, ends with expectation and hope. and so one wonders just what Jesus was really saying from his deathbed. my suspicion, since he was a human, after all, is that he was feeling quite a bit of both: crushing abandonment, and wild hope.

as the color left his skin and the blood dripped from his body, he believed, he hurt, he cried out, he ached, he faded, he tore, he questioned, and he held to hope. but remember this: he did it all for and with love, so you would never be forsaken. 

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