12" x 24"
Acrylic on Wood
Often times I ask myself, how am I feeling? As I struggle to put words to emotions. Instead of words, I see an image.
This painting is born from that question. I censored myself for days, refusing to create an image in which a gun is present. I abhor guns in all their forms and for public and private reasons.
The image refused to recede. It bothered me until I brought it to life.
I love how this painting turned out. It's a powerful image for me. It says more than i ever could with words.
Acrylic on Wood
Often times I ask myself, how am I feeling? As I struggle to put words to emotions. Instead of words, I see an image.
This painting is born from that question. I censored myself for days, refusing to create an image in which a gun is present. I abhor guns in all their forms and for public and private reasons.
The image refused to recede. It bothered me until I brought it to life.
I love how this painting turned out. It's a powerful image for me. It says more than i ever could with words.
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