Here, the cross is not worn. It is carried. Not displayed. Imposed. The body tells the truth that words cannot: sacrifice leaves a mark, and obedience is never abstract.
Rendered in restrained monochrome with a single line of red, the composition strips faith of ornament. What remains is cost, responsibility, and completion. The viewer is not invited to admire, but to understand.
This is not imagery of comfort.
It is imagery of commitment.
For those who understand that redemption was not symbolic—it was The Mark of Sacrifice.