Good Friday.
Thank you Jesus for the most unthinkable sacrifice.
Last week I told you how my origin story actually started. The pain of disappointing parents. A makeshift childhood bedroom studio. The tarp on the wall. The art fairs. The drive home with a car full of unsold paintings.
I finished Saint Michael. Sent it to you. Asked what you thought.
I wasn't ready for the response.
Hundreds of replies. People sharing what Saint Michael meant to them. Their faith. Their fear. The battles they're still in. Artists. Entrepreneurs. Parents. People who just needed to hear that someone else felt that same thing and kept going anyway.
I'm still responding to them. Thank you.
One person said the serpent being pathetic, small, curled up- made them realize their own fear looked the same way.
I saw my fear as failure-
700+ people wrote me an email about collecting a print of him.
Given the opportunity to collect Saint Michael, would you too? Here’s a poll below, you can let me know why you chose your answer after voting in a comment box.
Talk Next Friday,
Sam