"Post-Saints" continues through the inner door that "Ink Storm" opened, turning the peeling blade toward faith.

In Lo's eyes, religion is at once humanity's oldest search for "the real" and a thing wrapped over and over by institution, doctrine and image. Religious painting through the ages rendered its saints as majestic, sacred, worshipful templates — and that itself is a thick wrapping. What he asks is: once this sacred garment is peeled away, what does faith have left? A ready-made answer, or a question each person must face alone, unresolved?

The "post" in "Post-Saints" points to exactly this condition: in an age where the sacred has been disenchanted and the old frameworks of belief are losing their hold, how does a person still turn toward some transcendence without a ready answer to hand? His saints, therefore, are no longer objects of worship, but more like us — figures standing on the threshold between belief and unbelief.