"impunity"
For some, a complete reality is what they portray, images that sear. I cannot bring myself to represent that directly, but the horrors are real.
This piece reflects the moral rot of power unrestrained, where cruelty becomes policy, law loses meaning, and human life turns disposable. The damage feels deliberate - decisions by those who abandoned responsibility, trust shattered, silence normalized as betrayal.
Art becomes witness when words fail. These jagged rusts and central glow hold how we feel this darkness, not as distant news, but as something visceral that settles in the body. The terrible weight of watching our country and world fracture isn’t abstract; it’s this texture, this gravity, this slow-burning center that refuses to resolve cleanly.
That glow isn’t hope. It’s reckoning - slow, cumulative, inescapable. Coals of truth smolder beneath the protections of lies. Impunity doesn’t endure forever; it collapses under its own corrosion. Those who sanctioned harm will face the full pain of what they unleashed, not through vengeance, but through reality’s unblinking return.
It is a collective grief and a moral witness, and we make art from these national wounds because perception needs form.
For some, a complete reality is what they portray, images that sear. I cannot bring myself to represent that directly, but the horrors are real.
This piece reflects the moral rot of power unrestrained, where cruelty becomes policy, law loses meaning, and human life turns disposable. The damage feels deliberate - decisions by those who abandoned responsibility, trust shattered, silence normalized as betrayal.
Art becomes witness when words fail. These jagged rusts and central glow hold how we feel this darkness, not as distant news, but as something visceral that settles in the body. The terrible weight of watching our country and world fracture isn’t abstract; it’s this texture, this gravity, this slow-burning center that refuses to resolve cleanly.
That glow isn’t hope. It’s reckoning - slow, cumulative, inescapable. Coals of truth smolder beneath the protections of lies. Impunity doesn’t endure forever; it collapses under its own corrosion. Those who sanctioned harm will face the full pain of what they unleashed, not through vengeance, but through reality’s unblinking return.
It is a collective grief and a moral witness, and we make art from these national wounds because perception needs form.
