I find most paintings of Jesus objectionable.  They are way too "sweet" looking.   If you have ever been to the Louvre in Paris, there are thousands of wimpy, effeminate paintings of Jesus hanging on a cross.  Or draped across his mother's lap.  The halls are filled with those kinds of paintings.

I have always contended that Jesus didn't look anything at all like any of those pictures.  I can't imagine men like Peter, like James or Thomas following a wimp.  Jesus said, "Follow me," and they left their fishing nets, their way of life, their families and followed Him.

Jesus had hands with calluses.  He had spent his life as a carpenter. His fingers were familiar with splinters.  He was a working man.  The Bible says that there was nothing about him that was attractive.  And yet, paintings continue to portray him as pretty.  Peter wouldn't have followed "Pretty."  Peter was a man's man.

Isaiah 53: 2-3  "He grew up...like a tender shoot, and like a root out of dry ground.  He had no beauty or majesty to attract us to him.  He was despised and rejected by mankind, a a man of suffering and familiar with pain.  Like one from whom people hide their faces.  He was despised, and we held him in low esteem."

Jesus was rugged.  Strong.  He had been probably been cutting down trees and lugging them to Joseph's work room for over twenty years.  Cleaning off bark.  Using an ax to split wood.  He was not  pretty.  He was not a wimp.  He carried a cross to his death.  Bleeding, bruised and broken.  And he did it because he loved us.  He wanted to die for us.   He wanted to pay for our sins.  He was God.