Black Mass
Black Mass [For Good Friday] (2024)
The initial idea for this piece came to me when I was standing in the Detroit Institute of Art atrium containing the Diego Rivera Mural…
The initial idea for this piece came to me when I was standing in the Detroit Institute of Art atrium containing the Diego Rivera Mural. The endless depth of workers layered like a renaissance painting, the birds juxtaposed next to planes, the hands growing from mountainous rock, the human child cradling in the earth whose roots grew into the industrial instilled this profound spiritual experience where technology and nature were, to me, finally unveiled as one being. Rivera says that we are natural, and thus the instruments of our own hand are natural processes. I was entirely awestruck by this work and I couldn't help but stand in the room for 45 minutes taking it in as much as I could.
I feel that the story of creation, of crucifixion and redemption and the second coming are not linear events, but rather events that happen outside of time. It is at once the origin before time, the end of time, and also always present and happening. Every moment in time has its second coming that is always in the process of coming. If we, humans and the material reality around us, are necessarily vectors carrying out the divine will and the word (logos), then so is the second coming is wrought out of our own technology. In our technological process, we bring about both armageddon, salvation, and renewal simultaneously.
What lies in our relationship to technology is something as ancient as our mythology. What we create and claim domain over have in fact already made a permanent claim on us beforehand. What we build is set in stone in the partitions and symbolic order of our souls and psyches. That also gives theology an axiomatic truth.
And knowing this, what must have God felt when confronting the ordination that he must be sacrificed? What is on the mind of God when he enters Jerusalem? He must have sensed the past, future, and present at the same time. He must have seen Rivera's factory in the proto-original splendour. When Ecce Homo begins, the music must be both glimmering with beauty and terrifying.
