I honestly didn't mean to paint Donald Trump, and in many ways this both is and isn't him. If I'd had any plan for my newest piece, it was simply to address the wrestlings of my heart and to echo the cries I've heard lately. For me, art is a form of public and practical empathy. It is for opening and cleaning the wound, not hiding from it or ignoring it.
This piece is, for me, about our cultural ethos of comfort and sanitized reality. Each of us knows a form of hell and heaven in our lives, but we look away. We look away from the hurt, the pain, the homeless, the oppressed, the sick, the poor, anything and everything that is uncomfortable.
This is human. These problems aren't easy. There are no simple band-aids and hugs to be levied against deep, systemic and complex struggles. And yet.
Do not look away.
These are the words that were given to me today.
And this is the image I painted to go with them. Now I leave them with you.
Take them with love and stay constant.