One Could Say I Put My Sweat And Blood Into It...

I analysed Giotto's The Morning of Christ for my art history class.
Upon handing in my paper, my teacher opens my duo-tang to the picture of the fresco, and low and behold, I didn't remember Jesus being quite so bloody.
" C'est intéressant, ça" She remarks, dumbfounded.
I remark that my knuckles are chapped, cracked and bleeding...
However, I don't want to ruin the mysticism of this moment.