When I set up my canvas and easel in this garden spot, I was seized by the intensity of the spiritual struggle that unfolded here two millennia ago. Following the Last Supper, Jesus and some of His disciples returned to theGarden of Gethsemaneto pass the night. It was here, under just such massive, ancient trees that our Lord wrestled with the great spiritual dilemma of His life: would He accept the destiny that God the Father intended, or would He choose to follow a different course? The agony of spirit that Jesus endured during that momentous night prepared Him to accept the physical sufferings He faced the following day.
I wanted myGarden of Gethsemaneto suggest the brooding yet tranquil setting where Jesus passed the night before His crucifixion. As I worked, I was joined by a priest who spoke no English, but nodded approvingly as my canvas unfolded. He understood my intention; I was reminded once again that art truly is a universal language.