“They never killed him, they never crucified him they were made to think that they did.”

Observing the above verse revoked my love and respect of Michelangelo’s masterpiece which had penetrated my mind in long years. I saw Jesus, as an oppressed human of blood and flesh, detached from his stone figure, and aware of his destiny, in Mary’s embrace, who resembles stone and is a symbol of resistant mothers all throughout the history. It seemed to me that a tear-drop fell on Mary’s stone chick and the sky turned dark and bloody. I noticed a bullet instead of a cross at the feet of the statue. My Christ is not only the crucified Christ of the past; he is the man of reality. He is the cry of all oppressed and victims of the history.

رنگ و روغن روی بوم،74×100 سانتی متر.

For the Martyrs. (1983-84)

Oil on canvas, 100×74 cm.