This bit of cultural trauma finds its way into a lot of my paintings. It was a fracturing, not just of the physical landscape, but of our collective societal landscape as well – and it takes a lot of processing. Every shard hurts… the bodies leaping out into the blue September sky like glittering glass… to the draconian, utterly undemocratic and unconstitutional laws passed in the wake of this falling … to the bloodthirsty wars fought against innocent people, on the other side of the world, on behalf of the callous opportunists who shamelessly used this event and other people’s blood for their own, selfish, gain. All of it hurts.
This piece is still in transition. Paintings often hang on the walls of my studio for awhile, waiting to show me where they should go next.