Fourteen men. Fourteen executions. I was in the chamber for every one of them as their spiritual advisor, close enough to see the last face each man made. Afterward I went home and painted it.

This book holds those fourteen paintings in the order the men died, from Scott Eizember in Oklahoma in January 2023 to Jamaal Howard in Texas in October 2026. Each one is eyes, a nose, a mouth, the rest of the man gone into the black. It also holds five paintings of the crucifixion, made on Good Fridays across the same years. Jesus was condemned by a court. He was killed by the state in front of a crowd. The men in this book died the way he died, so the crucifixions belong beside them.

Most of these men killed someone. The paintings do not hide that. They exist so that nobody forgets. Not the governors who signed. Not the guards who strapped. Not the churches that stayed quiet.