Children all around the world love coloring books. Their contents vary endlessly – including sacred scenes – and beg to be filled with color. For children, there is no line between sacred and ordinary. They do not yet know the rules, and in that unknowing lies their purity.
If a child scribbles on a holy image or breaks a sacred object, we understand – their world is equally sacred in all directions. They want to explore, to feel, to touch. They color not out of disrespect, but out of presence.
But what about us – the grown-ups?
“Truly I tell you, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven.”
– Matthew 18:3
This piece questions our perception of reverence, rule, and innocence – and how they shift with age. What does sacredness mean when filtered through a felt-tip pen?
One of the “few pages from a coloring book”.
100x140x3 cm
acrylic, graphite, fixative on canvas