Looks to me like Station V is an abstract attempt at “American Gothic”, sans pitchfork, but that’s just me.
The best explanation of “modern art” I have ever read is Tom Wolfe’s “The Painted Word”, and I find it persuasive. Modern art is a “language”, it makes no pretense to be aesthetically pleasing. The artists consider that they are communicating all sorts of messages about art, about life, about society and so on, and that only the truly “illuminated” minds can grasp such intellectual subtleties. In short, it’s just one big snob conversation, and the “ordinary” beholder can just put up with it.
I make no pretense to understanding the subtle, elitist messages in these stations. But I make one observation. Certain things resonate with us in a pleasing manner; the “golden mean” for example. Certain things are disturbing, just naturally. Portraying adrongynous or distorted figures are, no doubt, intended to disturb. Likely the androgyny is a poke at the “patriarchalism” of the Church and distinctness of gender. It’s “Sister/brother Jesus”, rather like the “Mother God” of the Womanchurch folk.
But more disturbingly, anyone who has ever seen any decaying creature, cannot help but see many of these figures as such. That’s why so many movie monsters are so disturbing; they are frequently in some stage of putrefaction. It’s death personified, at the most primitive level of the brain. We recoil, as even a baby recoils from a huge, dark, unfamiliar figure. So, why is it important for the artist to show our most sacred images in states of putrefaction? Perhaps that’s how he/she/it sees the Church? Sees Christianity? Sees religion? Kind of hard for a phillistine like me to see it any other way.