How does an artist know which stroke is the last? The Incredulity of Thomas, painted by Caravaggio in 1602, makes me wonder. At the technical level, it is stunning in its realism and detail, a feast for the eyes, each fold of cloth and wrinkle of forehead a tasty morsel. But when a painting tells a story that you believe and stake your life and reputation on, it is mesmerizing. When you acknowledge that it could be you jamming your finger incredulously into Christ's wound, it is worthy of reflection.
Another Easter celebration has passed, but I want to continue living in Thomas mode. Not in his initial doubt but in wonder and steady recognition that indeed it all is true. I can study it with furrowed brow and sense Christ's very present help. His very presence. He is the Divine Artist, each stroke is intentional, and he knows when the painting is complete.
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