Sunday, April 16, 2017
This fellow is being helped over the threshold by two comedians from eras past (note the Meiji-era Japanese costume of the one, and the Commedia dell'arte costume of the other) who long ago translated into pure Clear Light. They remain in the Bardo to serve others, guiding them toward comic consciousness.
I think comedians on our Earth plane are true guides to liberation (as long as they're not angry comedians) because they can reveal the truth of ourselves, to ourselves; see Heyoka.
This painting started life as a letter to a friend; then a gesture drawing (with no model) suggested the right arm, reaching; then they showed up. Still a work in progress, a little fiddling to do, which I hate. But I'm feeling better about that suit, as it better suits a man undergoing Bardo transit spaces; none too shabby.
Dying Comedian 16" x 20" acrylic and oil on canvas October 2016