The Artist statement is below
Open water captures blazing light not seen in city.
White caps break the surface of this painting.
light overexposure brings tears.
Look down upon your hands.
Cold bites into new scar tissue,
You hide behind searing hammers striking bone.
The warm edge of a cookie scoop
bites through silky night.
Eleven days after mugging, angry knife puncturing your back.
you hold your 8 pound nephew in your arms.
Ocean waves’, your nephews’ blood carry
plastic.
You carry guilt.
A teenager calls bullshit.
Children stop going to school, picket instead.
No earth leftover for them -they say.
Flesh folds around scars,
we don’t talk about.
