As Grace bestowed upon me the gift of painting, my soul was filled with infinite joy  because it was when God revealed to me His  “magical eye”. My very fingertips, which serve as “ painting brushes” have been bequeathed upon me to paint my life as I would wish to see it, feel it, apprehend it, not just individually, but also through His “magical eye”.

Such sheer happiness could easily lure one into the sin of vanity and become thus a test that may take one on a journey on the well-known Via Dolorosa.