April 29- June 3, 2007 in the second floor gallery

April 6-29, 2007 in the main gallery

Good Friday Opening Reception: April 6, 6-7:30 p.m.

• Artist Lecture
  April 13, 7 p.m.
• Painting on Photography Workshop with Kevin Rolly
  April 14, 10 a.m.
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	STATION I – The Guilty Hand read on
	STATION II - Tributes for Kings read on
	STATION III - Weights and Measures read on
	STATION IV - The Eyes That Shine read on
	STATION V - The Reluctant Hand read on
	STATION VI - I Remember read on
	STATION VII - The road of Storms read on
	STATION VIII - Jesus Warns the Women of Jerusalem read on
	STATION IX - Golgotha read on
	STATION X - Before All read on
	STATION XI - The Book of Threes read on
	STATION XII - Forsaken (The Crucifixion) read on
	STATION XIII - Furia read on
	STATION XIV - The Eyes That Were So Bright read on
	STATION XV - Triumph (The Resurrection) read on

STATION I – The Guilty Hand

Now it begins…

From the balcony of Heaven
you saw the cup would not pass

From the foundation of time
you knew it
you willed it
but now it is here…

In the vestiges of night a wife dreams
No and not this
but no one can tell anybody anything
Her warnings fall deaf
and with the dawn
her man gives up his courage
and strips your flesh like your clothes

these comparing nothing
to the vestments you abandoned
thirty three years now
upon a distant hook

What is truth?
Truth clots now
on razored whips

Your flesh opened like night blossoms
the stone to drink you in
and you were handed over
to the storm

The cup tips
and pours its wrath
upon you

STATION II - Tributes for Kings

At the gateway of the nearly impossible
a gift

And could you in this instant
see the trees from which it came?
See the saplings of promise that rose to the sun
and knew your name
and by hands of the lost as their time came
(as your time came)
cut down
carved out
and raised so high
that you shall both block out the sun?

For every king a tribute
and you who held the world will now hold
this…

And you will hold this
And you will carry this
And you in the span of an afternoon sun
will be driven through to this

Forever this moment remembered by the ages
and written about by poets long since forgotten
will be carved into us

We see now only the dark echo
of the rock upon which they broke you

And yes now it begins

The kingdoms of the earth
know nothing of glory
Know nothing at all…

STATION III - Weights and Measures

So soon…
(It wasn’t to be this soon)

He barely made the first hill
(I thought I could)

Messiah?
Messiah will overthrow the nations
Messiah will put our enemies to the sword
and give us our own kingdom
You cannot even walk

Messiah?
You are a liar…
and make a mockery of our hopes
Your followers will return to fishing
and your name forgotten by winter

Your kingdom will be in the beaks
of those that circle even now
on carrion wings

King, you tremble
(I am afraid)
King, you weep
(I am alone)

Why is this?

Or did God at last
create the rock
he could not lift?

STATION IV - The Eyes That Shine

I’m sorry
Mother, I’m sorry
You never deserved this

This is the chapter the angel never told you
And would you have accepted it
if you knew?

Joseph gone and
it was just you and me then…

I’m sorry, Mother
Your last soldier
goes to war

STATION V - The Reluctant Hand

Oh, Simon…

in the years to come
you will be painted
the selfless aid
the loving cross bearer
for his Lord…

But it’s a lie isn’t it, Simon?

The truth is one of swords and
who is this stinking mess
of a man?

You were only chosen
because you were close
and could do the job

We all come to the cross, Simon
one way or another
and what do you bring?

But no one can blame your rage
No one wants to carry crosses

STATION VI - I Remember

Memories of blood
the years have not wiped away

Sanguine dream of myself spilling out
rivers of shame

Then you…
Your robe…
The robe I just had to…

Your friends tried to stop me and
who was I to touch you?

Then your face
That face…

Your eyes healed me there
and I swear not a day has passed
or a sun drunk into the sea
that I don’t remember you

And though other hands try to stop me now
allow me this…
My Lord
My one last remembrance

Your robe
The blood
and the never setting sun
of your face

STATION VII - The road of Storms

Leather razors
The knives of eyes
and the thunder of wood and knees
to stone

So far to go…
impossible
and everywhere a serpent
screaming in the air

(Simon?
Mother?
Who is shouting?)

Dull thuds echo in your ears
Ribs open to the howling sky

(I AM
on fire
I AM…)

A thousand red wet eyes
stare up from the earth

(It’s raining…
Not a cloud in the sky
What is raining?)

STATION VIII - Jesus Warns the Women of Jerusalem

Don’t…
If there are tears
let them fall for you

The clouds of my eyes part
to see what you cannot
Oh there will be a time
when you wished that
wombs were barren trees

The world is tearing in two
because of me

Jerusalem! Jerusalem!
You will become a garden of flame

Winter…winter…
and the fleeing of bare feet on jagged stone
crash upon you

the mountains
weeping to the sea

STATION IX - Golgotha

Too late

You pitch over the cliff
of yourself
and the earth rushes
gaping at your face

A rock
like lightening brings
Silence

For the first time
Silence

Then somewhere from an ocean
you hear ‘Get up. It’s time.’

But it doesn’t matter anymore
Nothing matters anymore

Golgotha
Hungry Golgotha
You are already here

STATION X - Before All

The theatre of shame is seated
waiting
to pull the curtain
on your final dignity

Eyes stare

burning like the Jerusalem sun
Some now
for the first time
look away

From somewhere
there is the sound of weeping

Legs like breaking vines
you feel your tide
pull back from its shore
growing colder
waiting for the final wave to come
and crush your breath into the air

The clothes torn and gambled away
like trophies from a hunt
and there are no winners

(Father forgive…)

And how do you strip a God?
He chooses to let you

STATION XI - The Book of Threes

Who is this?
What is that you raise in your hand?
Are you a father?
You are I see

I have a father too

Your child…
tell him…
Tell him to remember this day

No don’t hesitate
If it were not you
it would be someone else

But it is you

So do your job
Do it quickly

and remember…

STATION XII - Forsaken (The Crucifixion)

From the first to the last
there was no other way

Beginnings need ends

In the far off country
no eye can see
you now move beyond words

This world will not listen to words
This world speaks in blood
so you must cry back with your own

The wrath of a thousand thousand wars
and the cries of a billion innocents and lost
call out for a chance
one chance
for hope

Now the horizon of all history
broken and longing
gathers to a knife point
and in a final human breath
you throw yourself first
upon the blade

Ends need beginnings
This is your story
It will not be erased
or the door of Heaven shut
(for those who want of such things)

and nothing…
Nothing
will ever be the same again

My son…
come to me
It is accomplished

STATION XIII - Furia

Mothers
were not made to outlive their children
The mothers of war
The mothers of hunger
Their hearts like falling trees

(Murderers…)

Who of any would not give the last bread?
The last breath?

(Stay back…)

The child taken
takes them

(We were to grow old…)

But there is a word in the wind
that will grow into a chorus no ear of man
can ignore
But what does that matter now?
Galilean boy with the golden eyes

(I tried…

My son
My Lord
My baby…

STATION XIV - The Eyes That Were So Bright

I remember that night
I came to him
The night covered my fear
and his words like
velvet thunder

He spoke
and who I was
never came back
What do those words mean now?
That the world is loved
so much
by God
that he would be given?

The dream is dead
and the world’s wind
heaves with ashes

STATION XV - Triumph (The Resurrection)

The promises of man
are doomed to the grave
but a covenant of God
cannot be broken

And on the dawn of the third day
as was promised
darkness lifted from the earth
and the secret doors of the air swung forth

And to those
who by chance of sex
were kept even from the temple
to them it be proclaimed

The Jesus you seek
is not here!

for He is risen

He is risen, Mary
He is risen, Salome
He is risen, Joanna

He goes ahead of you
and do not be afraid

The living is not among the dead

Tell the disciples
Tell everyone
He is risen

He
is risen

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