I did this painting on Good Friday 1956, when I was 18 years old. I belonged to a youth group at Christ Church in Bridlington, UK. The vicar asked the young people to do something meaningful on Good Friday and not just fritter it away, since it is such an important day in our Christian experience.
This was the first time in my life that I discovered I could draw and paint! This is, of course, a copy of Salvador Dali's Christ of St. John of the Cross, and I copied it by hand. I'm not saying that it is brilliant, but I am saying that the gift I discovered that day has brought me much joy over the past 51 years. I don't consider myself a real artist because I have to have something to copy from. If you asked me to draw a cat, I couldn't do it from memory. But I can copy, and that gives me satisfaction.
It is a wonderful gift from the One who gave the greatest gift!