The Last Poker

When you are a saint, and you wake up at 5am, you are no longer haunted by nightmares. You can spend the hours teaching others nifty levitation tricks.

Another piece from my Strawmary Saints series. In this one I take The Last Supper out of context, using an already existing painting, and inserting poker cards in the fingers of stoic anthropomorphic deities. Not all iconoclastic images intend to destroy the symbols they build upon, often they just look to enhance or replace an old system by coopting the signs that feed that culture’s stream of consciousness.