I have always struggled with doing ‘Jesusy’ art but one day I decided to do this for me. I wanted to be more connected to what Jesus had truly done for me. Growing up as a Christian I become numb to it. I honestly started it and after I had sketched it out, out of nowhere I started crying. This overwhelming undeserving love just swept over me. I can’t really explain it. It was actually so much that I stopped working on it. I physically put it away and slowly piled other artwork in front of Jesus. After a year of avoiding it, i pulled it out and decided to finish it for first Friday. A little afraid of the feelings and things I would face I started drawing again. You would think that feeling that much Love from working on a piece of art I would want to work on it all day but I felt undeserving and it was actually so much I was a bawling mess. So when I worked on it again and I had to actually draw out the blood and wound in his arms I just came to a point of complete surrender and thankfulness. It wasn’t as overwhelming but it was still incredible to feel his love while doing what I love.