The Foxhole Manifesto: Animator, Nick Fox-Gieg, stays true to the itchy, sweaty black and white world McDaniel throws at us with a curious addition of six arms per man and deity. Rather than a didactic discourse, The Foxhole Manifesto invites us to a discussion. A visual adaptation to the works of Jeffrey McDaniel, we are taken through a crude, macabre journey of McDaniel's experiences of who God is or rather how He is pitched.
Our souls are an awful bunch, we want the best of what God has to offer yet ridicule and shun the idea of being taken to account. Worse yet, He is our trophy, intimate, jousting stick, best mate, football mascot, meal ticket and first stone aimed and ready. McDaniel's critique of man's relationship with God, has an underlying point of ownership of the Divine. Thus the oxymoron, how can God be possessed by creation.
Even McDaniel concludes that he too has found a perception of God to put in his pocket. He is after an unadulterated 100% free of human intervention God of his own. Not far from the prophetic tradition, when elders of the tribe of Israel demanded from the Prophet Moses that God show Himself before them.
A homing beacon within our soul, the desire to experience God in a completely subjective manner. McDaniel finds this, when his gall bladder was about to hit the fan. The God of Mercy answers, when no one else is there to pick up the phone.
Itchy and sweaty invitation to discussion
The Foxhole Manifesto: Animator, Nick Fox-Gieg, stays true to the itchy, sweaty black and white world McDaniel throws at us with a curious addition of six arms per man and deity. Rather than a didactic discourse, The Foxhole Manifesto invites us to a discussion. A visual adaptation to the works of Jeffrey McDaniel, we are taken through a crude, macabre journey of McDaniel's experiences of who God is or rather how He is pitched.
Our souls are an awful bunch, we want the best of what God has to offer yet ridicule and shun the idea of being taken to account. Worse yet, He is our trophy, intimate, jousting stick, best mate, football mascot, meal ticket and first stone aimed and ready. McDaniel's critique of man's relationship with God, has an underlying point of ownership of the Divine. Thus the oxymoron, how can God be possessed by creation.
Even McDaniel concludes that he too has found a perception of God to put in his pocket. He is after an unadulterated 100% free of human intervention God of his own. Not far from the prophetic tradition, when elders of the tribe of Israel demanded from the Prophet Moses that God show Himself before them.
A homing beacon within our soul, the desire to experience God in a completely subjective manner. McDaniel finds this, when his gall bladder was about to hit the fan. The God of Mercy answers, when no one else is there to pick up the phone.