During a period of darkness, I came across these words, and it inspired this painting. Like Lazarus, I have often felt like I was living in a tomb, bound in cloths, dead and alone. But Jesus, through his death and resurrection, companions me, heals me, and calls me into the light because the tomb is not my home.
The contradictions of my illness, the struggles with my faith, birthed my desire to pick up a paint brush. Painting and writing have helped me express the despair of my depression and the hope of my faith as they wrestle together to test what I believe.