I am about to embark on my first full painting in five years. Tonight during prayer at my community group, and especially on the ride home afterward, my mind was possessed by a vivid truth: we do not see the weight of our sin because we do not see the sacrifice. We do not see the blood.
The visual arts communicate truth in a way that nothing else quite can. It is our gift as humans to be creative, imaginative, to subdue the earth for resource (not to be confused with destroying it)… to create works of art for the glory of God. If that work of art can stimulate visually the truth of our salvation, how can I refuse any longer to make it?
Working title of the painting: Sacrifice of the Lamb
(Above image: Vincent Van Gogh’s The Painter on the Road to Tarascon)