This is undoubtedly about the victim—an innocent one. Not only a redeemer of others this time, but also personally condemned. The question “Why did you condemn the innocent?” is asked not only by us, but also by the one who endures the punishment. “Father, Father, why have You forsaken me?”—this final, most striking sentence encapsulates the suffering of Jesus. It reveals even His inability to understand or accept His own sacrifice. The innocence of such a being does not redeem—it seems to cast a curse upon the entire human race. He is abandoned by those for whom He dies, and also by the One who created Him.
Is Jesus alone? In the hour of death, the victim alone cannot be the victor. And yet…

This series of small drawings moves within that emotional range—from the curse of the innocent victim to the triumph over the so-called victors. Expressively rendered, free from church dogma and constraints of the soul, this series attempts to reflect my conflicted feelings about that sacrifice. And about every sacrifice. Because Jesus is not only Jesus—He is every person who gives selflessly, and also every person who suffers at the hands of the one who created them. Without explanation. Without the chance to resist. They suffer mercilessly. Or perhaps they are taken to a better place…

Is God just? I do not have that answer. Let it remain in the drops of ink, in the pencil lines, in the smudges of the eraser—marks that express my emotions directly through motion. Without filters. Without premeditation. Because I am a victim too. Or am I not?