Here’s a piece with no pompous pseudo-philosophical pontificating needed to describe the agenda behind it! It is what it is as an egg is an egg is an egg. It was painted just for the joy of painting. A rare bird indeed!
Archive for January, 2011
First post of the New Year!
Despite its title, this piece owes more to Edgar A. Poe’s “The Imp of the Perverse” than to Greek mythology since, as with its more popular sister works, “The Black Cat” and “The Tell-Tale Heart,” the story’s theme is that a guilty conscience will not be ignored. The more one tries to muffle that lambent whisper the more it swells into an oppressive howl. The tale, like this sketch, is an exemplum that the conscience cannot be denied, distorted, perverted or smothered; indeed, that even the horrible walls of madness cannot withstand the force of its outraged roar. Although the mortal demons of history show that moral is not universally true, it’s still a consoling idea. After all, it is not the wrathful conscience that is the unrelenting horror: it is the person without a conscience who is the monster. Thus the gist of this sketch, along with a few other ideas, is that the only thing worse than a guilty conscience is having no conscience at all.