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I submitted the small canvases yesterday for the Shrugborough Hall exhibition which starts on Tuesday. Was really pleased with them but something was missing. They didn’t resonate and I found that frustrating. Then something came to me I was thinking about recently and that was to paint blood red on the top and sides of the canvas. The Passover is celebrated just before Easter and it was for the Israelites to remember their deliverance from the Egyptians recorded in Exodus 12 and 13 of The Bible. “When God sees the blood on the lintel and two door posts, God will pass over the doorway, He won’t let the destroyer enter your house to strike you down with ruin.” This powerful image of saving blood, the Old Testament sacrifice of the lamb, is replaced by the ultimate sacrifice of Jesus crucified, but the image of the lintel and door posts being smeared with blood holds power for me. So I painted the sides and top of the canvases with red and this completed the image for me. I think I will use this again in my art work.

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It was a little peculiar leaving the canvases in the dropping off room. I think Greg thought I was a little spaced out because I just hovered for a while. Very strange. Deadlines are such a help to me but to complete the pieces and then to have to relinquish them so quickly was quite peculiar, didn’t quite like it. I didn’t even enter the room with confidence, apologetically almost. I unwrapped them and placed them on the floor ready for him to sort and then waited for nothing in particular, not really even speaking, which I must be careful of!! It’s a strange thing. You make something and live with them sometimes for months, even years, and then you let them go and the next time you see them they are on a wall, in different light, almost not yours any more. It’s a peculiar type of grieving.

Manipulated paper

Manipulated paper

Last year at Easter time God drew me towards The Passion film by Mel Gibson. I studied the crucifixion during my degree and although it is one of the most explicit films it still does not go far enough in showing the torture and the brutality Jesus endured before and during his death. It is not a film I want to watch but as I watched it God asked me to do to paper what they did to Him: to punch, spit upon and tear at it. The paper was then buried on Good Friday and then dug up on Easter Sunday. The result was a series of pieces of paper, manipulated in such a way that it had softened like skin, was broken like His skin.

Burying paper

Burying paper

I wanted to repeat the process this year using bigger pieces of paper, to revisit this process and to revisit His pain and His sacrifice for us. It catches my breath each time I do this, spitting on the paper, tearing at it as the lashes would have, praying for forgiveness for all that I have done. And the physical act of digging and burying the paper.
The act of reflecting on what Jesus has done for us…. it is so important, to try and grasp what He endured. Thank God for Easter Sunday.

image…. I woke up with my mind reeling with thoughts and ideas. And the thoughts I initially had about these four canvases have shifted significantly. As soon as I was asked to consider this project I saw the four frames, bare against the wall, with the canvas rolled on the floor next to them. For me it was a metaphor for the raw materials that we bring before God daily and that God can amazingly use. Just like David used his shepherd slingshot to kill Goliath (1 Sam 17 v 39 + 40), and Moses was asked to use his shepherd staff before the Egyptians (Exodus 4 v 1-5), so we are asked to use what we have, our gifts, talents and experience, to come before God and shape the world.

But this morning I saw it in a completely different way. I saw the frames simply as wood, the canvas simply as material, and the image of the resurrection came clearly into my mind. This image is all about Jesus. It is the cross and the folded grave clothes. It’s more of a symbol of His sacrifice releasing us into His present, His path, His will for us. Worth getting up at 3.30am for!!!!