This painting is a painting about what we give when we finally stop pretending. This painting is the sound
of a year of silence breaking open.
This painting is for every person
who was told to be softer,
smaller, more like a flower who became a flower and then became the scream inside the flower and chose both.
Count the mouths.
Go ahead, I'll wait.
Count them.
Seven? Eight? More?
Each face is different.
Each face is the same.
Because that's the thing about rage,
it wears many faces and they are all yours.
āFurious Floralsā
Acrylic on Canvas
22x28inch
My first painting Iāve done in over a year. š„¹