I didn’t want to play Hide and seek with God anymore.

When I think of my encounter with Redemption, I don’t find myself at a church altar, kneeled on a floor, or under proclaiming water. While these things are what introduced me to a new heart, it was art that unveiled the wonderful truth that God has a character, not just a standard.

Like the disciples on the road to Emmaus in Luke 24 (CHECK), I loved Jesus dearly. I knew His Word, His teachings, and His miracles, however in the moments He came to walk alongside me, I knew I wasn’t alone, but I could not recgonize the one speaking right before me.

I have painted since I was a child, but my brushstrokes, no matter how precise, could not escape my unattainable standards for success and perfection, the very opposite of our abilities here on earth. Seeing the only result of this striving would be failure, I put down my paints for 7 years. However, it was during those 7 years I began to recgonize the man on the road beside me, and I re-learned the sound of His Name. He became more than words on a page. He became real to me. He pulled me out of sin and taught my heart a new rythum and my lungs new breath, and truth slowly and paintently began to set me free. Then, one rain Saturday in March, I opened up my window, took up my brushes, and told a new story. It’s not that my previous art was inferior in the slightest, but my paintings have truly never been the same, and like those men on the road, my heart no longer beats, it burns.

My hope is that these images would scuplt your understanding of a 3-dimensional God. I pray that their narrative relases doubts you might not know you have, and that you too would begin to see there is a God who does not limit himself to pews and pulpits. Lastly, I pray that these pieces would turn you to recgonize the God walking next to you is Jesus, and that your heart has burned for Him all along.