In one of my art classes in my primary school, we were tasked to paint how we perceived strength.
The first thing that came to my mind was the image of Jesus Christ's Arms Wide Open by Creed.
First, I used oil pastel with the outline of his body and face.
However, as I was nearing half of it, it didn't look right and not what I imagined and , and thus I hurriedly took a new fifty by seventy canvas canvases and used the remaining watercolor I had from the last activity t .
I was relieved to make that last minute last-minute change.
I painted his face to how I thought of him, not the box from the Greek or Roman representations in my work.
He was wearing a long garment covering his arms and feet that was as white as snow.
Also, he had his arms extended while I flee as if ready to give a warm embrace, of course the background was the sun shining at a forty-five-degree angle.
I have to admit that, I felt so refreshed after finishing my work because seeing his image gave me solace in the most trying time of my life.
Because at that time, I was so lost and depressed life to life.
Thus, this was the kind of strength.
I needed to regain my faith as a devoted .
Christian, most importantly, seeing how my art teacher was so impressed by it was an unforgettable V, I believe that it was more of a therapy for me rather than just a mere school activity.