I'd spent about 14 hours producing the above image for a Knoxville t-shirt thingey in connection with my sister, due by Thanksgiving.
The time did not include actual photography and editing, of course, but after burning the midnight oil, then springing forth like Perseus from the head of Zeus (or whatever) I asked my beloved to give me her input.
M sat at the computer, readjusted the screen, stared for a moment, then with furrowed brow, said:
"I'm not quite sure what you're going for here."
I thought about mentioning the subtly ironic christ-like tones, but, instead, went and laid down on the couch in the fetal position.
Back to the drawing board.
Or, if you like , click on the above for a larger, printworthy image, and you kids at home can be the proud owner of a "He is Risen" Iron-On.