This work is flat.
A death of a soldier fighting many battles. The father, son and holy spirit look over what they have created. I am also the father. I am also a son. I am also the holy spirit. I am a boy. I am like Hockney's lover looking over the pool of life. Either floating or grounded, that is for you to decipher. This a landscape but also a narrative. It is a religious scene but I am wearing my clothes and my once favorite underwear in an alternate body. Is that body standing next to it’s counterpart or resting on my restlessness?