The Willing Son

Inspiration:

I couldn’t not paint this…It always comes back to this for me. It’s Christ, yes, but not as we usually see Him. No waving palm fronds, no heavenly chorus, no perspective shattering teaching. Just a man—tired, heartbroken, utterly alone—and still choosing love. Still choosing us. I painted Him in that moment in Gethsemane, when the world’s weight pressed so heavily He nearly broke. His friends…bless them…couldn’t even stay awake. He’d been betrayed, misunderstood, abandoned even by the father he was totally obedient too. And yet… He didn’t walk away. He stayed. He knelt. He submitted. On purpose. Those clasped hands aren’t just prayer…they’re resolve. The quiet, steel-spined kind. The kind that chooses to carry pain so someone else doesn’t have to. I painted Him with warmth, with empty shadows, with luminous mortal flesh and bone and real weariness…because I wanted us to feel what it cost. This isn’t turning water to wine.  It doesn’t braid a temple cleansing whip, it quietly whispers. It’s the moment of quietest decision, most devastating act of love in all of history. And it felt important to show the cost. I hope when people look at it, hear the weight of the quiet that pressed in all around, the gravity of the choice, and the relentless undeserved kindness of it all. Because He did it. Willingly. For all of us. And honestly? That undoes me. Every time.

Subject: Images Of Christ and Easter And Resurrection Art

Medium:

Shape: Vertical

Colors: Black