Let me start by saying…Jesus did it, not me.
I’ve wanted to paint The Last Supper for a while now, but if I’m being honest, I was so scared to take up the challenge fearing I would fail at it all.
Coming up with the layout? That sounds difficult.
Painting 13 faces? No thank you.
Painting all those hands??? Nope. Nope. Nope.
But something was just constantly nudging me and telling me to go for it and I didn’t want to give in to that fear of falling short on painting such a renowned image. I wanted to be able to make it my own somehow. I wanted to not only make a statement piece that would bring Glory to God, but also have a piece of art that I could look at whenever I I feel intimidated by an idea I want to paint again.
Once I settled on the fact that I was actually doing this, I was like okay, go big or go home, right? So of course I went out and bought one of the biggest canvases that I’ve ever painted on, crammed it into my car, and got to work with Jesus by my side.
Andddddd it was difficult. I mean almost everything was really really difficult to capture the way I wanted. But I just kept painting. I strived to make everything as perfect as I could possibly make it and funny enough, when it came time to finally paint the face of Jesus…it was effortless. I mean, I didn’t have to correct anything. I just mindlessly painted. It was like he was rewarding me for persevering through the first 110 hours.
Anyway, if you can’t tell at this point, I’m very proud of this painting and I’m so thankful that I trusted Him to guide me through it all.
This one is for HIM.