I’ve always loved the story of Mary and Joseph traveling to Bethlehem. Artists have always shown her riding the back of a donkey. As I’ve thought about it, I have imagined them on a dry, dusty road. The area is somewhat barren. The sun is hot, and Mary is very uncomfortable with her pregnancy. She has to stop — Joseph holds her as she suffers contractions. To me, this seems more likely than the paintings of the renaissance. This is my version.