“ What Tears Holds “

The statement: I do not paint whole histories. I paint what remains after they are torn. Every jagged edge is a cut in time. Every warm fragment is a body, a mask, a street, a bloodline that would not stay buried. The white is the silence that tries to swallow the record. The green is the ground that still claims us. These pieces do not ask to be reassembled into a pretty picture. They ask to be seen The statement: .