I don’t know the original title of this painting. But in my family it has always gone by “the resurrection”. I don’t remember if it was my Finnish grandmother, who named it this way, or my mom… maybe it really was meant to picture the resurrection by the artist? As a child, I would marvel at the colors. I DID see the angel in the gold, standing in front of the grave, telling everybody that the grave was empty. Looking in a different way, this picture is nothing more than placed patches. Today, on Easter Sunday, I am thinking of the Easter message: ” I am the resurrection and the life. The one who believes in me, will live, even when he dies.” Eternal life for me, because God’s Son died for me… pretty simple! But at the same time, one of the most difficult and maybe THE most controversial issue of all times…is it too simple? But wouldn’t it be easy to simply believe this?