Not only in my work, but other areas in my life, people have questioned my faith and have told me I should not believe what I believe. There have been times where the pressure has been so pointed that I wanted to collapsed under it. This piece deals with those exact thoughts. I felt as if the culture was telling me not to believe what I believe and it was bad or dumb to believe in God. This piece is supposed to remind the viewer of a detention room in school and has been flipped to portray the presumed irrationality of believing in God. In the end, though, as the title states, but I do.