This jar is a symbol of the creative process and dream of my friend Josh. In this painting my heart was to capture that ecstatic reality of knowing Christ. Similar to that of the experience St. Francis had of Christ there is a seraphic being depicted. This jar is an invitation to meditate, to dream, and create!
Josh! I believe that there are huge angels on assignment to aid in your creativity and calling. I believe as you meditate on the Cross, and Christ you will discover innumerable creative riches! I see God unlocking your imagination and a new sense of freedom rushing over you. Further up!
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Read Below for a brief account of a ecstatic experience St. Francis had with Christ.
And click here for a detailed account from St. Bonaventure.
This is St. Francis of Assisi’s ecstatic experience of Christ,
All of a sudden there was a dazzling light. It was as though the heavens were exploding and splashing forth all their glory in millions of waterfalls of colours and stars. And in the centre of that bright whirlpool was a core of blinding light that flashed down from the depths of the sky with terrifying speed until suddenly it stopped, motionless and sacred, above a pointed rock in front of Francis. It was a fiery figure with wings, nailed to a cross of fire. Two flaming wings rose straight upward, two others opened out horizontally, and two more covered the figure. And the wounds in the hands and feet and heart were blazing rays of blood. The sparkling features of the Being wore an expression of supernatural beauty and grief. It was the face of Jesus, and Jesus spoke. Then suddenly streams of fire and blood shot from His wounds and pierced the hands and feet of Francis with nails and his heart with the stab of a lance. As Francis uttered a mighty shout of joy and pain, the fiery image impressed itself into his body, as into a mirrored reflection of itself, with all its love, its beauty, and its grief. And it vanished within him. Another cry pierced the air. Then, with nails and wounds through his body, and with his soul and spirit aflame, Francis sank down, unconscious, in his blood.[Brother Leo’s account]
This is the event so many artists like Bartolome Esteban Murillo, Giotto Di Bondone, and Federigo Barocci have captured and expressed.