Acrylic & Oil on Stretched Canvas
100cm x 100cm
Pick up at The Moon

I wondered what it was like that night as this story started to unfold—what did the air smell like? How did the night sky look?—this is the place where the beautiful, unimaginable exchange happened.

There are different levels of crushing and pressing that comes with being human. Sometimes it’s so overwhelming, we’re tempted to throw in the towel; and so lonely, we want to call it quits. Some will relate to this disposition deeply, and some will struggle to even understand the depths of distress. Some call it depression, and some will call it pathetic.

And yet, Gethsemane.

Gethsemane tells the story of promise, of sacrifice, of true love and true pain, and of undying hope that won the fight. For me, she is location proof and a forever promise that no longer would any form of crushing, completely crush us.

This piece is for the ones stranded in the middle of the collision and chaos—right where the struggle is real, where the pain is engulfing and the noise, deafening.

There is a bridge in a song called Remembrance that goes:

If ever I should lose my way
If ever I deny Your grace
Remind me of the price You paid
As far as heights reach from the depths
As far as east is from the west
So far Your grace has carried me
Until I see You face to face
Until at last I've won my race
Remind me You're not finished yet

Like those lyrics in the bridge quoted above, the race isn’t over yet.