''Painting The Impossible'' by Akiane Kramarik

In 1994 my family lived in a small shack that was constantly flooded. Our house was located on the edge of a cornfield, not far from a huge nuclear power plant in northern Illinois. My father came from the ghettos of Chicago and my mother. an immigrant from Lithuania who against all odds escaped the Soviet regime she gave birth to me at home alone that assistance from midwives or doctors just like my two older brothers called me ah Kiana we slapped each other and played and the floors were moldy there was hardly any kitchen furniture and made our own toys and games and built our own school when we were children, he would often walk through a remote village with mom hoping to find friends, but one door after another would close in front of us outside the house, no we felt unsafe one neighbor was murdered another tried to shoot our dog and another threatened us because we didn't attend church the next door neighbor purposely burned trash near his shack causing fires that we were forced to extinguish when our drinking water was poisoned my father fell mortally ill and we had no money for doctors while my mother looked for different ways to support her family my older brothers took care of me and cared for me day and night we walked through two foot high snow to different towns selling food door to door in One year, the business grew and so did I.

My father's health slowly began to improve and my mother's business became so successful that we moved to a new house in Missouri, a huge 10,000-square-foot Frank Lloyd Wright mansion. My best memories came from living there for the first time. The time we rode our bikes we fished in our lake we swam in their indoor pool from morning until tonight we created our own music we prepared our own meals there was no television or radio in the house as I had no family or friends around my older brothers were my best friends and my mentors and my parents my true role models around the age of 4 I started experiencing intense dreams and visions of heaven my mother was an atheist and she was the only one who listened to me for hours and believed that what I was describing were my real experiences.

I had never been drawn to reading, but I drew everything I remembered in my dreams and visions, including two celestial beings who are especially close to me, they invoke one of them, my angel, but every time I tried to draw the second face from memory, it faded away. As soon as my father's health improved, my mother surprised everyone by suddenly leaving the business and putting her house up for sale. She wanted to spend more time with us, especially me, because she began to believe that the sky she had seen was real one spring day when she was about five years old.

Something inexplicable happened. I have disappeared hundreds of vehicles in our small town or stopped for inspection but no one could find me. It was like he went off the radar somehow undetectable. My photo was sent to all the local agencies after many long hours of searching I reappeared in the midst of numerous witnesses neither the officers nor my family could understand what had really happened but I did the place I had been was not here on earth afterwards From the mysterious incident I couldn't stop drawing with pastels and sometimes I stayed up all night incomplete during the day I felt very tired and weak from time to time I participated in art fairs and public art competitions but I only felt discouraged I even briefly attended a nearby public school one of the teachers was constantly angry with me because I kept correcting all the lines in the coloring books I thought all the lines were wrong when my visions disappeared I lost inspiration to make art all together when my third brother Eli was born at home My family was on the brink of bankruptcy and we had to move again on September 11, 2001.

We found a small house to rent in Colorado. There wasn't a day living in those Rocky Mountains without some type of life-threatening accident or illness in our family. I tried to get back into art, but it just couldn't be that writing poetry became my main focus? Soon our entire family decided to move again because my father got a job in Idaho at age eight. I began homeschooling and it was a decision my family supported. My vivid visions came back suddenly and just like that. made my passion for art I fell in love with oils and acrylics and every day I got up at 4:00 in the morning to paint and learn from my own mistakes one of my first visions kept coming back to my mind but I knew it was

impossible

for me to paint it.

I wanted to try it anyway for many months. I searched everywhere looking for the right face. Somehow I knew I couldn't find it on my own, so one morning I decided to pray all day for a model to be brought. right at the front door the next day at noon the doorbell rang one of our acquaintances stopped by to introduce me to her friend and thought that perhaps her features would be suitable for my art, almost two meters tall, a stranger not only looked like much to one. of my recurring memories of Jesus, but he was a true carpenter.

I was left speechless and humiliated after 40 hours of

painting

. I couldn't move a finger. 40 hours to feel like in 40 years there was still a lot to paint, but I was too exhausted to continue and had to stop. We sent the original to an art agent for an exhibition, but he decided to steal the portrait unexpectedly. Jesus became a hostage. The

painting

was later sold for virtually nothing. I was never able to see my original prints again, only the photographs and reproductions outside my family circle no one seemed to care about my art some even suggested burning all my paintings and writings it was after many months of malicious reactions from skeptics and critics and a separation expense from my agent that my story reached the media at the age of nine I received an invitation to be a guest on The Oprah Winfrey Show in an instant my world changed thanks to hundreds of interviews and appearances on television and radio and art exhibitions at At age 10 my first book unexpectedly became a bestseller my paintings messages had reached millions of people around the world and raised funds for charities over the years.

I painted different periods of Jesus' life, but my pain at the loss of my favorite portrait never diminished. Over the next 12 years, God took me on an extraordinary journey. around the world to paint true life stories not long after my fourth brother Elijah was born while we were living in Australia I unexpectedly discovered the location of the painting of the original principles, it had been hidden out of sight, wrapped and locked in a vault. for the last twelve years the owner was unwilling to disclose it or sell it to anyone when I turned 22 and moved to a small farm in the country near Chicago, Illinois, the founder of one of the world's leading coin minting companies He flew away to see me.

His invitation to collaborate on the image of the Prince of Peace will be minted on a gold coin. It was an uncomfortable task but I accepted. In preparation for the complicated minting process, I was asked to outline the face that I had painted when I was old. Eight while accentuating the lines of the new sketch I became more and more frustrated because a sketch for minting a coin was supposed to be very simple, curiously the more I press the pencil, the more details are revealed and the more I see, the more I felt uncomfortable, of In fact I began to wonder why I was seeing so many details and why I was hearing a new message, so I prayed about what to do next and was impressed by the unexpected response despite all my doubts, but I took out a linen cloth and began to pray. paint my vision.

I knew it was going to be a huge challenge because all I could see was half the image. I had no idea when the full face would be revealed or how long the fine details would remain in my view on Christmas Eve. I woke up from a nightmare in which my portrait was completely destroyed. I ran to my study and what I noticed alarmed me: the dark side was lifeless. It was as if there was a mysterious veil that covered half of my face and prevented me from continuing to paint no matter how much. No matter how much I tried to remove the veil or paint it I just couldn't do it.

Many weeks passed but there was still no life in the shadows. I was devastated. I couldn't eat or sleep. I couldn't even talk to anyone for a month. All my efforts to finish the painting were useless. He had given everything he had for this painting but it still wasn't enough. I was painting the

impossible

. He was losing hope and was about to abandon the divine commission after a thousand hours of this relentless work. battle one morning something miraculous happened for a very short time. I could see the full vision. I began working 24 hours a day until finally the veil disappeared and the portrait came to life.

All these years God was waiting for me to grow up so He could fully understand. and paint the most powerful message for humanity the message of unwavering faith, unconditional and eternal love.