 grew so frustrated with the artist, the Lord told her to paint, and she couldn't paint. And she went back time and time and time and time again to this artist to get it right, and it wasn't right. And one day she goes into the chapel, she throws herself down, and says, the Lord, Lord, who will ever paint you as beautiful as you are? The Lord said to her, Faustina, it's not in the beauty of the paint or the brush that lies the power of this image, but in my grace.