He appears to me like most tradiiotnal Jesus paintings eg more Spanish looking in colouring (light olive, sallow skin) than Middle Eastern (bronze or a deep olive skin, possibly even brown) with a hooked nose and long wavy hair- totally not how Jesus would actually have looked- Jesus was neither an Ashkenazi Jew with an aquiline nose nor a Spaniard with long wavy hair but a Middle Eastern Jew- in other words would have looked like an Arab, hair no longer than around his ears, so i know my image of Him is inaccurate, but never mind- it is His character when i see Him that tells me He is Jesus- His absoloute qiet gentleness and the love in His eyes. How H egently advises me and when i mess up tells what to do better......He is like a loving father to me...
I believe that Jesus personally appears to me this way because 1/ most English churches present him as looking like either a spaniard or an ashkenazi jew with white skin so i grew up with that image of Him even though i KNOW He would have looked very different, that is the image i relate to as i grew up with it imprinted on my brain and He would come to me in a way that i recognise Him, maybe? although am quite sure He capable of doing otherwise
2/ i grew up with a Jesus image that looked angry or disappointed in me all the time. as a young child i had "visions" of what i believed ot be Jesus, appearance like a church painting, white robe and long hair and all, but His face so angry. i knew He hated me. i just knew it. because i was not a good child on the inside- i hated my parents, my dad especially and was full of bitterness and wicked thoughts towards them... due to my dad abusing me, i think. and the other men that did it later on.....
when i got saved I was hsown some lovely demonstrations of His love but i still had a "bad" image in my head that needed replacing... so i decided one day that judging from the Bible, what would Jesus's countenance be when He appeared to me???
So i read these verses on how I am accepted in the beloved and he is well pleased with us as His children, so when i see Him now, His face is different. he still looks Spanish and wears a white robe, like in the painting by that Russian child (Akiane somebody? her exact name escapes me) but His face this time is (also like in Akiane's painting) so full of compassion, tenderness and love. When i mess up i see Him correcting me gently and He smiles at me, taking ismple pleasure in hsowing Himself to me.
When i see Jesus i often see Him laughing, not in a lewd or crass way, but a genuine joy. He is life itself and love itself.....it i shard to describe but I know Him when I see Him