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collage: death no longer (romans 6:9)

"death no longer (romans 6:9)"
mixed media collage on canvas
may, 2011
gregory a. milinovich

when i recently made a collage called "from the ashes" for a fundraising event for some friends in ministry, i received a note from another dear friend saying she would like to commission me to make something very much like it.  rather than trying to reinvent the wheel, i went with the same inspiration (beauty from ashes, death from life, redemption, etc.).  it was actually a fascinating experiment to use the same techniques and the same general idea, but to come up with a collage that, while similar, is also completely unique and has its own personality.  i suppose if i made 50 of them, they would all have their own flavor. 

as always when i am commissioned to do a piece, i get VERY nervous that the person is going to like the final product, and this case is no different, but i know i am happy with it, and that is all i can control.  below are some detail shots so you can see it a bit better.  i guess i didn't get a picture in the best lighting, because the colors (which i believe to be the strength of this piece) aren't quite as vivid as they are in person.  you'll just have to trust me. 

and remember, death no longer has a hold on us.  it has lost its grip.  it has no sting, no victory, no power.  where death once reigned, life now bursts forth, defying grave-ity.  in short, i keep coming back to those two words: love wins. 





"We are sure of this because Christ was raised from the dead, and he will never die again. Death no longer has any power over him." 
-romans 6:9 (nlt) 

Comments

Emoly said…
thanks for the detail photos, that helped my understanding of the piece! I like the colors and I can see the brightness of the flower overpowering the darkness of the "ash". It's fantastic! As always, you are very creative.
Crafty P said…
love this!

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