Suffering Comes First

I sat on the floor of this white empty room. With two unfinished paintings (done in only the senna color) placed on my lap. The man (teacher) who was in the room with me paced back and forth around me. He than came and stood still beside me. I looked up at him and he looked down at the two paintings I had in my hand and tears filled his eyes. The two paintings were identical and was of Jesus in sitting pose with his palms upwards. Jesus was weeping with tears flowing from his eyes. For a moment when I saw him this way; the thought ran through my mind of how much he looked like me and I said to myself “he could be my brother” As the man still hovered over me, tears flowing from his eyes, he said this: “Yes Kathryn, suffering will come first in your art” I woke.