Yesterday, after a break of almost two years, I got out my supplies and started sketching a painting of the Last Supper – I’d started it along time ago, but have been busy working on my writing. I stayed up all night and have almost finished the sketch, and let me tell you, it is incredible. It’s phenomenal on so many levels I don’t have the words – of course, its also gruesome, sickening, and blasphemous on a level that even makes me uncomfortable. Don’t think I can look at it and laugh, the pained expression on Jesus’ face, the …