IN PLACE OF GOD:

This is what God looks like. Sorry, not a white hippy nor an upright elephant. And God certainly doesn't have ninety nine names. God doesn't have to live on this planet, so there's no need for God to have lungs or feet. God isn't a he or she. No penis or vagina, or brain for that matter. God doesn't have to get someone else's girlfriend pregnant to have a son. God makes stuff by concentrating. God was making shit the whole time during our thirty minute posing session as I put paint to paper and this is what I ended up with. This is the last thing you'd see if you had eyeballs when God takes you up to heaven. I'm kidding. There is no god. This is pennies and paint.

Watercolor & Acrylic on Paper