I thank Jesus Christ because bastards who attacked and violently raped me didn’t kill me and didn’t infect me with AIDS. I thank the Lord Jesus Christ with this retablo.

Monica Torres Avila
Guadalajara, Jalisco, 1971

I give thanks to you, Christ the Saviour, for drying my eyes when I was drowning in the sea of tears, looking how all my lovers who, like Ulysses, set out on a journey without return, slipping off my arms. With your light, I’ll find that horizon where this eternal question would finally sink—“Where if not in my arms?”

July 2002

Thanks to Jesus Christ I can do pretty amazing tricks with my motorcycle so I can become a motocross legend in my hometown.

When I got heavily drunk, I thought I was dancing with the she-skeleton. And my family, I absolutely forgot about them because of the vice. Then I prayed to Our Lord Jesus Christ so he would save me from the vice. Thanks to Our Lord I stopped drinking.

Ernesto Castillo Salas
Mexico City, 1967

Florian Schneider, from Kraftwerk, talking to Jesus about electronic music.

We thank Jesus because me and my brothers got a job at the nuclear power plant.

I thank the Lord Jesus for giving me the opportunity to orbit the Earth and for working for N.A.S.A.

Jesus, I hope you don’t mind that instead the insipid sacramental wine, I am drinking a 2005 Egon Müller-Scharzhof Scharzhofberger Riesling from Mosel.

I thank the Lord Jesus Christ because I can take hot baths again after almost three months without electricity and water.

Audition for the rock opera “Jesus Christ Superstar”.

We thank Jesus for creating Pong-Tron.

We thank our Lord Jesus Christ for preventing us from being in the Twin Towers, at the worst place and in the worst time. We dedicate the retablo for that.

Mr. Felt and Mrs. Bone
September 11, 2001

I thank Jesus for giving me positive proof that my dog Thunder is not the reincarnation of my landlord to whom I owed a lot of money.