RED MEAT THEATER: THE GOSPEL OF CHRIST, OUR MOTHER AND HER MURDERERS: DONALD TRUMP AND THE ALT-RIGHT (33 Paintings)

(Featuring Cheryl Townsend as Christ)

Magnificat

Christ, Our Mother (Julian of Norwich)

The Wedding At Cana

The Baptism Of Christ, Our Mother

The Temptation of Christ, Our Mother

Good Samaritan (A parable, as told by Christ, Our Mother)

Lazarus &The Rich Man (A parable, as told by Christ, Our Mother)

Christ, Our Mother and the adulteress

Christ, Our Mother and the Samaritan woman, according to St. John

The Sermon On the Mount as told by Christ, Our Mother

Christ, Our Mother healing the Leper

Christ, Our Mother heals the faithful Centurion’s pais

Christ, Our Mother casting the demons into the swine

The Transfiguration of Christ, Our Mother

Mary & Martha

VIPERS

Christ, Our Mother throwing the moneychangers out of the temple

CHRIST, OUR MOTHER IN THE GARDEN OF AGONY

The Betrayal & Arrest of Christ, Our Mother

The Trial of Christ, Our Mother

Pontius Pilate condemns Christ, Our Mother

The Passion of Christ, Our Mother

Christ, Our Mother Falls

The Gospel of Contempt

Christ Meets Her Mother on the way to the cross

Christ, Our Mother meets the women of Jerusalem

Mary and the Beloved Disciple at the foot of the cross of Christ, Our Mother

The murder of Christ, Our Mother

Yellow Resurrection

Peter and John racing to the tomb of Christ, Our Mother

The Ascension of Christ, Our Mother

A Woman Clothed In The Sun

The Apocalypse Of Christ, Our Mother

SEA OF ROSARIES (30 paintings)

Blue Madonna and the Holy Innocents

Black Madonna of Tindari 

Madonna of Nagasaki (Agony in the Garden)

Our Lady of Akita

Black Madonna of Antipolo (Pentecost)

Our Lady Of The Mermaids

Our Lady Of La Salette

Our Lady of La Vang (Annunciation)

Annunciation

And A Sword Shall Pierce Your Heart

Our Lady of Plat (Nativity)

Our Lady Of Pontmain

OUR LADY OF SORROWS

Our Lady of the Rosary

Our Lady of the Woods

Pieta

La Lastima (Pieta )

Sr. Lucy

Her Lady; Proverb

Mystical Conversation

Our Lady of Aparecida

Our Lady of Kibeho

Our Lady of Manaoag

Stations IV. Christ meets His Mother On The Way To The Cross

The Madonna teaching her Christ child in prayer

The Marriage of Our Lady to St. Joseph

The Song Of Hannah

Prayer for a Perilous Descent

Justin (I am the Light)

Christ, Our Mother (Julian of Norwich)

OF SAINTS AND GOSPELS (40 paintings)

Mount Of Olives (And he began to fear and to be heavy)

Mount of Olives (It is enough. The hour is come)

Mount of Olives (My Soul is sorrowful, even unto death. Abba, If possible, let this chalice pass from me)

Seven Last Words. Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do

Seven Last Words. This day thou shalt be with me in paradise

Seven Last Words. Behold Thy Son. Behold Thy Mother

Seven Last Words. Eloi Eloi lama sabachthani?

Seven Last Words. I Thirst

SEVEN LAST WORDS. It is Finished

 

Seven Last Words. Father, into thy hands I commend my spirit

 

1ST Temptation (Hedonism). Command that these stones be made bread

2ND Temptation (Egoism) Cast Thyself Down

3RD Temptation (Materialism) To thee will I give all this power; If thou wilt adore before me

And he, lifting up his eyes, said- Blessed are ye poor, for yours is the kingdom of God

And Simon Peter went first into the sepulcher, saw the linen cloths lying… and they saw, and believed

Blessed art thou, Simon Bar-Jona. Flesh and blood hath not revealed it to thee, but my Father in heaven. Thou art Peter; and upon this rock I will build my church, and the gates of hell shall not prevail against it.

Christ Casting Avarice From The Temple

Feeding of the 5000

FOUR WOES OF LUKE

I AM

I was hungry… (Matthew 25.31)

It is easier for a camel to pass through the eye of a needle, than for a rich man to enter into the kingdom of God

John of Patmos

Martha of Bethany

Nor do I Condemn You. Go and Sin no more

Our struggle is against principalities and powers, rulers of darkness in this world

Peter was afraid, and when began to sink, he cried out

St. Francis Receiving The Stigmata

ST. Francis Taming The Wolf

The Ecstasy of St. Francis

St. John Of The Cross, Dark Night Of The Soul

That which is born of the flesh, is flesh; and that which is born of the Spirit, is spirit…

That which thou doest, do quickly (Judas’ choice)

The Christ Consciousness

The Christ, The Breaker Of Bread

The Interior Castle Of Saint Teresa Of Avila

The Transfiguration of Christ

This is your hour, and the power of darkness

Thou shalt stretch forth thy hands, and another shall gird thee and lead thee whither thou wouldst not

Today, even in this night, before the cock crow twice, thou shalt deny me thrice

What Is Truth?

 

Mary’s Way Of The Cross (23 paintings, 2019)

Combining the traditional Stations with BXVI additions.

1.Christ is in the Garden of Gethsemane

2. Christ is betrayed by Judas and arrested 

3.Christ is condemned by the Sanhedrin

4.Christ is denied by Peter

5. Pilate Condemns Christ to Die

6. Christ is scourged 

7. Christ Is Crowned With Thorns

8.Christ accepts His cross

9. Christ falls for the first time 

10. Christ meets His Mother on the way to the cross

11. Simon of Cyrene Helps Christ Carry The Cross 

12. Veronica wipes the face of Christ

13. Christ falls for the second time 

14. Christ Meets the Women of Jerusalem 

15. Christ falls for the Third Time

16. Christ is stripped of His clothes 

17. Christ is nailed to the cross

18. Christ promises His kingdom to the repentant thief

19. Christ entrusts Mary and John to each other 

20. Christ dies on the cross 

21. Christ is taken down from the Cross 

22. Christ is placed in the Tomb

23. Resurrection of Christ 

SEA OF ROSARIES: Our Lady of Sorrows (2018)

Our Lady of Sorrows ©2018 Alfred Eaker

To Our Lady of the Seven Sorrows by Arthur Symons

Lady of the seven sorrows which are love,
What sacrificial way
First led your feet to, those remoter heights
Which, for the uttermost delights
Of martyrs and Love’s saints, are set above
The Stations of the passion of our day?
Seven sorrows unto you has been desire
Since first your cheek grew pale.
And your astonished breath would fail,
And your eyes deepened into smouldering fire;
Seven sorrows from a child.
Nor has the soul which in you pants and rises
At any time been reconciled
With love and love’s intolerable disguises.
In the child’s morning-hour
You woke, and knew not the immortal power
Which in your ignorant veins was as the breeze
Troubling the waters of a little lake
And crying in the nests among the trees.
Fear bid you, trembling, wake,
And listen to the voice which seemed to shake
Bewildering prophecies
Unto the empty audience of the air.
The child, grown older, heard that voice again,
Nor heard that voice in vain.
You smiled, with a new meaning in your eyes,
As of some new, delightful care
Which made you suddenly mote wise,
Older, and to yourself more fair.
Then silence came about your lips, and laid
That tremulous shadow there,
Whereby the sorrows mark you for their own.
You woke and were afraid to be alone,
And full of some Strange joy to be afraid.First love, the hour it came,
You seemed to have remembered; and you knew
What a smoke-thwarted flame
Love’s torch is, and the jewel of love’s faith
How flawed, and by how many a name
The immortal comes to mortals, and how deal h
Is the first breath that love, made mortal, drew.
Therefore, not without tears.
And penitence, and a reluctant rapture,
All love’s and not your lover’s capture,
Not without sure, foreseeing fears
Of the unavoidable dedication of your years,
You entered on the way,
The way that was to be.Mortal, and pitiful, yet immortally
Predestinate to that illustrious grief
Whose extreme anguish is its own relief,
Lady of the seven sorrows, who shall say
The ardours of that way?
Men have looked up and seen you pass, and bowed
Into the dust to kiss your weary feet;
And you have passed, and they have cursed aloud
With dusty mouths to find the dust not sweet.
You have passed by; your eyes
Unalterably open in a dream,
Seeing alone the gleam
Of a far, mortal, azure paradise
Which your ecstatic feat is to attain,
Sometimes you linger, when men cry to you,
Linger as in a dream,
Linger in vain,
Having but shared, as they would have you do,
Some ecstasy of pain.
Therefore you shall be neither blessed nor cursed,
But pardoned, for you know not what you do;
And of all punishments the worst
Of punishments for you is to be you.
Go, neither blessed nor cursed:
We, all we too who suffer of you, throng
To make a royal passage for your feet,
When, in a dream, ere long,
They shall go sorrowfully up the Street.
You will pass by and not remember us,
We shall be Grange as any last year’s mirth;
It is not thus, so lightly, O not thus
You carry the seven sorrows of the earth.

SEA OF ROSARIES: THE MADONNA TEACHING HER CHRIST CHILD IN PRAYER

The Madonna teaching her Christ child in prayer ©2018 Alfred Eaker

Ave Maria by Hildegard of Bingen

Behold, Mary, you who increase life, who rebuilds the path,

You who confused death and wore down the serpent,

To you Eve raised herself up, her neck rigid with inflated arrogance.

You strode upon this arrogance

while bearing God’s Son of Heaven,

through whom the spirit of God breaths.

O gentle and loving Mother, I behold you.

For Heaven released into the world that which you brought forth.

This one, through whom the spirit of God breaths.

Glory to the Father, and the Son and the Holy Spirit.

And to this one, through whom the spirit of God breaths.

SEA OF ROSARIES: MADONNA OF NAGASAKI (with EDGAR ALLAN POE ‘HYMN’)

MADONNA OF NAGASAKI (SORROWFUL MYSTERY: AGONY IN THE GARDEN) ©2018 Alfred Eaker

 

Hymn by Edgar Allan Poe

At morn–at noon–at twilight dim–

Maria! thou hast heard my hymn!

In joy and woe–in good and ill–

Mother of God, be with me still!

When the Hours flew brightly by,

And not a cloud obscured the sky,

My soul, lest it should truant be,

Thy grace did guide to thine and thee

Now, when storms of Fate o’ercast

Darkly my Present and my Past,

Let my future radiant shine

With sweet hopes of thee and thine.

SEA OF ROSARIES: THE MARRIAGE OF OUR LADY TO ST. JOSEPH

The Marriage of Our Lady to St. Joseph ©2018 Alfred Eaker

A Christmas Card (Thomas Merton)

When the white stars talk together like sisters
And when the winter hills
Raise their grand semblance in the freezing night,
Somewhere one window
Bleeds like the brown eye of an open force.

Hills, stars,
White stars that stand above the eastern stable.

Look down and offer Him.
The dim adoring light of your belief.
Whose small Heart bleeds with infinite fire.

Shall not this Child
(When we shall hear the bells of His amazing voice)
Conquer the winter of our hateful century?

And when His Lady Mother leans upon the crib,
Lo, with what rapiers
Those two loves fence and flame their brillancy!

Here in this straw lie planned the fires
That will melt all our sufferings:
He is our Lamb, our holocaust!

And one by one the shepherds, with their snowy feet,
Stamp and shake out their hats upon the stable dirt,
And one by one kneel down to look upon their Life.

Christ, Our Mother: The Good Shepherd

Christ, Our Mother: The Good Shepherd ©2017 Alfred Eaker

The Sowing of Meanings (Thomas Merton)

See the high birds! Is their’s the song
That dies among the wood-light
Wounding the listener with such bright arrows?
Or do they play in wheeling silences
Defining in the perfect sky
The bounds of (here below) our solitude,

Where spring has generated lights of green
To glow in clouds upon the sombre branches?
Ponds full of sky and stillnesses
What heavy summer songs still sleep
Under the tawny rushes at your brim

More than a season will be born here, nature,
In your world of gravid mirrors!
The quiet air awaits one note,
One light, one ray and it will be the angels’ spring:
One flash, one glance upon the shiny pond, and then
Asperges me! sweet wilderness, and lo! we are redeemed!

For, like a grain of fire
Smouldering in the heart of every living essence
God plants His undivided power —
Buries His thought too vast for worlds
In seed and root and blade and flower,

Until, in the amazing light of April,
Surcharging the religious silence of the spring,
Creation finds the pressure of His everlasting secret
Too terrible to bear.

Then every way we look, lo! rocks and trees
Pastures and hills and streams and birds and firmament
And our own souls within us flash, and shower us with light,
While the wild countryside, unknown, unvisited of men,
Bears sheaves of clean, transforming fire.

And then, oh then the written image, schooled in sacrifice,
The deep united threeness printed in our being,
Shot by the brilliant syllable of such an intuition, turns within,
And plants that light far down into the heart of darkness and oblivion,
Dives after, and discovers flame.