How God Shows Up Print (Jesus' Birth) by Lisle Gwynn Garrity
How God Shows Up Print (Jesus' Birth) by Lisle Gwynn Garrity
How God Shows Up
Silk painting with digital drawing and collage
By Lisle Gwynn Garrity
Inspired by Luke 2:1-20
Museum-quality poster made on thick, durable, matte paper. Unframed artwork will arrive rolled up in a protective tube.
Framing option available.
Print Details:
Museum-quality posters made on thick, durable, matte paper.
Paper is archival and acid-free.
Unframed prints arrive rolled up in a protective tube.
Frame Details:
Alder, Semi-hardwood frame
Black in color
.75” thick
Acrylite front protector
Lightweight
Hanging hardware included
Made in the USA
From the Artist:
This year, I come to this story with deep reverence for the complexity and beauty of childbirth. At the time of creating this art, I am about 6 weeks away from giving birth to my first child—who will be born in the same hospital where my mom died from cancer 20 years ago. My daughter will take her first breath in the same place where I heard my mother’s last exhale. Much of my pregnancy has been a journey of healing—of inviting joy into the house where my grief lives, of preparing to become a mother as a motherless child. The more I learn of others’ experiences around birth, I realize how closely joy and grief can coexist in each of our stories.
And so, as I return to Jesus’ birth story, my imagination leads me to wonder about how Mary experienced both grief and joy. Apart from Elizabeth, did she have support throughout her pregnancy? Was her own mother involved? Did she have generational trauma she needed to grieve? Did the stress of their travels to Bethlehem cause her labor to happen sooner than expected? As she labored, did a midwife come? Was she afraid?
In this image, as if looking past a curtain, we peer into this threshold moment when excruciating pain gives way to ecstatic joy as Mary draws her baby to her chest and he takes his first breath. As Mary holds her baby, additional hands reach in to support them both. Maybe these are the hands of strangers, of Joseph, or of a midwife who was summoned. Perhaps they are simply the hands of angels.
Each year, we tell this story because it is raw with joy, pain, and the complexities of being human. No matter how your story is unfolding, may you find that this sacred story holds space for you. For this is how God shows up—in a child who cries, in hands that hold, in human flesh, in life and in death.
—Lisle Gwynn Garrity