Every year, someone stares at my painting and asks about the text, ‘What does it mean?’ Honestly, that’s my favorite part—leaving people to figure it out like they’re cracking a code. Christmas has turned into this wild mix of sacred and commercial, where somewhere in the chaos, the original meaning seems to have slipped out the back door. My painting isn’t a lecture; it’s a messy, loud celebration where the sacred and the absurd shake hands awkwardly.