In the Hands of the Ignorant... examines what happens when sacred language is stripped of compassion and turned into a weapon. Across the top of the piece, a biblical-style inscription twists the promise of peace into an indictment: “the words of the bible were used to beat plowshares into swords.” What should transform violence into sustenance is reversed, becoming a mechanism of judgment, punishment, and control.

Inside a red, chapel-like interior, cherub-headed vultures perch above the scene while angelic figures carry instruments of desire and violence. One angel holds a bloody sword and flail. Another raises a mirror to the reclining nude, revealing her face marked by a bloody tear. Around her, stained glass, a descending staircase, and a skull at the bottom of the room turn the space into a theater of doctrine and consequence.

The piece does not reject the sacred so much as indict those who use it to sanctify harm. In Honey’s hands, faith curdles when handled without humility, compassion, or wisdom. Scripture becomes blade. Innocence becomes predatory. Beauty becomes evidence. And the body, once again, is made to bear the cost.