It’s a shame seeing the news of the wild fires in California. I lived in the state from 2006 - 2016. It’s visionary culture & majestic scenery kept me out there like a fly on wax paper.
This painting I made last year, but I post it today for everyone to think about those who are at loss right now.
Though some of the recent fires were due to human errors, I apologize for all my daily contributions to global warming. Rather it is burning gas, buying cheap products delivered on oil guzzling vehicles, or simply throwing away garbage. I beg everyone to strive in reducing unnatural ways of life.
2017. 20x16. Oils on partial acrylic primed canvas.
I envision my feelings as a fire. A fire that rages within so often and so ferociously that my skin has turned to stone to contain it. The stone has cracks, sorrows, scars. That’s where the light I choose to share comes through. •
But some people slit my throat and rip into my middle, demanding more than they deserve. More than I should have to give. My fire bursts and burns, forced from me. •
Other people can’t handle my fire, the fire that burns away everything but the truth. The truth that people want to appear better than they are, and hurt others to achieve their beloved facades. •
So shun me, cut me open, expose my fire. I have stone skin. So you will be the one to get burned. •
This is a personal piece embodying my passion/fury and indomitable spirit. Aka: a plea for people to stop being immature baby bitches. •