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Show ly, they cast grotesque shadows around man. These are hungry flames, hungry for the souls of men. But man looks heavenward; perceives a ray of light, one of the many, and follows it with his eye to its source: a golden brilliancy, bril-liancy, gloriously crowning the pyramid of life. Vying for dominance domin-ance over the darkest blue shadows, shad-ows, it beams In every direction, beckoning to the unafraid. Man recognizes it as God's light of truth. Hope and faith descend on man like the rays, lightening his burdens and making his haste less clumsy, as he journeys over his chosen path toward every man's Death and Transfiguration Ity Carolyn Everett Never have I seen the purpose of life so vividly portrayed as in the ingenious masterpiece, "Death and Transfiguration," by Fredric M. Grant. The pyramid of life, composed of the humps of toil and hardship and the gorges of disappointment and despair that try men's souls, stands solidly, invulnerable to the Elements. Paths, trodden by the foot of man, criss-cross its jagged surface, tha only indication of its eternal role. At the base, enveloped in the smoke-purple clouds of everyday cares, dwells man. As the characteristics char-acteristics of the figures are indistinct, in-distinct, we, who gaze upon this work of art, see them as ourselves; clothed in drab hues of brown, shoulders stooped, heads bowed. Dangerously near lick Satan's bright orange-red flames; tantingv. goal: the ever-lasting light, by way of Death and Transfiguration. Transfigura-tion. The way is hard. In error, many chose paths which appear to be easier than the main course, but these drop back into the depths and shadows of discouragement and temporary failure. Still the light is every man's innermost dream. No one remains in darkness dark-ness by choice. Only the weak of spirit, who refuse to put forth the necessary effort to accomplish their desires, will be left behind. Using colors and lines most effectively, ef-fectively, Fredric M. Grant has created in his painting a seemingly seeming-ly limitless expanse in which the imagination might wander. Although Al-though each man may interpret it differently, to me, this is a portrait por-trait of the unchanging pattern of the plan set up for man by God. |