"The sun, hidden there, awaiting the next chapter."
This painting is visceral, pulsating and demanding. As grotesque as it is, it is hard not to look at it. Much like the poetry that inspired it, it has every possible darkest facet of humanity, and the poison it has forced upon the earth. The sun is somewhere, but it won't come out for a long time. It is awaiting the moment when we, finish our mindless destruction. The painting itself is madness,1