My Confessions

This painting was a labor of love for me.

The Stranger

All of America is in mourning at this moment. Not just because a man was murdered before our eyes. We are in mourning for the America that was. Who we were before the pandemic, the people we used to be. I’m sad that we may never truly be as truly free as we once were. …

When They Fall

As a child, we imagine our lives as adults. We see ourselves as getting married and having children. In that order. We played make-believe with dolls pretending to be mommies and daddies. Our parents read stories to us that mostly ended with…”And they all lived happily ever after!” We fell asleep comforted with the knowledge …