The summer I turned 14
I was fourteen the summer I met myself, and then the war started. This is that story, and what it has to do with why I paint. It's about a minute.
I grew up in America being told who I am. The people who do the bombing tend to be the ones who get to write the stories about the people underneath them, and my story has been told for me more than once.
So I paint. The layers, the plaster, the letterforms, all of it comes out of holding more than one place at a time and refusing to let someone else summarize it.
You can see the current work here.