Here the Prodigal Son is on his trajectory of grace. In the first picture, we see him as a baby a little obsessed with the bright colour in front of him, this carries on through his growth into a young man, representing the passion he has for his independence at any cost until he separates from his family and goes forward. In this one after he is reduced to nothing but his physical existence eating scraps and with no-one and nothing, he sits in sorrow and contemplation and realises his place.
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Artist, writer, assistant chief to the assistant chief, awarded only one prize at school; religion in Grade 8, I won an umbrella which broke immediately. I was also the doubling champion of Grade 2 which proved I was a shoo-in for the Abel Prize in Mathematics. My career has been careening towards oblivion ever since. View all posts by Cat