“But God shows His love for us in that while we were still sinners, Christ died for us.” Romans 5:8
“He loved me and gave Himself for me.” — Galatians 2:20
This piece confronts the cost of love.
There is no distance here. No idealised image. The face bears the weight of suffering freely chosen, not imposed, not accidental, but embraced. The crown, the wounds, the closeness of the gaze all insist on a truth that is uncomfortable and unavoidable: love went this far on purpose.
This is not a painting about guilt. It is a painting about value.
The cross is not presented as a symbol of how bad humanity is, but of how deeply humanity is desired. The sacrifice does not argue worth, it declares it. Not because of what was achieved, earned, or proven, but because love deemed it so.
The work invites the viewer to sit with the cost without flinching, and to receive the meaning without defence. If this was the price paid, then the life held in view was never insignificant, disposable, or forgotten.
Worthy of the Cross stands as a quiet declaration: you are not tolerated, you are treasured. And the measure of your worth is not found in your strength, but in the love that was willing to be broken to bring you home.
