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Tiny Murders

Tiny Murders.

Tiny Murders

24×24 graphite on paper

“We do not always remember the things that do no credit to us. We justify them, cover them in bright lies or with the thick dust of forgetfulness……… Every lie he had ever told, every object he had stolen, every hurt he had inflicted on another person, all the little crimes and the tiny murders that make up the day, each of these things and more were extracted and held up to the light by the jackal-headed judge of the dead.”

Years ago, I was struck by the beauty and truth in this.  Most of us are not bad people.  We’re not committing violent murders or plotting intricate schemes of world domination. Most of us are thoughtful, loving, kind and generous.  But it’s the little things that will be our undoing.  The small truths that we keep from our friends and loved ones.  The white lies that we tell ourselves no one will notice.   The Tiny Murders we allow to happen to our integrity, our honesty, our patience.

We carry them with us.

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“Echo”

-Echo-

Some days I find myself constantly thinking, “Kids these days,” like the WORST sort of television cliché. I’m still in my 20’s but I feel like some senile old codger mindlessly yelling at the neighbor kids from the rocker on his porch. So, as much as I try not to, I find myself cursing at the mindless youth of today, consumed with celebrity culture, echoing back only empty thoughts in wave after wave of Facebook and Twitter posts. Speaking of which follow me here on Instagram!

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“Pretense”

Pretense

I’m not a huge follower of fashion or trends.  There, I said it.  I tend to mind my own business and try to make up my own mind about things.  “Try” being the key word in that sentence.  It’s especially hard living in an iPhone-Retail world to keep a clear head and a clear opinion about what I genuinely like and what I have been desensatized into liking.  It’s like we all have the fashion equivalent of Stockholm Syndrome.  This painting is ridiculous.  This man  has a seahorse for a mustache.  It has no function or purpose but visual interest and shock value, but the more that I look at it, the more I want a seahorse mustache mustache for myself.

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“Fools Gold”

FoolsGoldEtsy

This piece is a play on the food industry and advertisement. Poking fun at the way companies manipulate how we see their products and glorify unhealthy choices.  It’s also a particularly flippant way to express my LOVE/HATE relationship with french fries……

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Welcome my “Wandering Heart”

Wandering Heart

WANDERING HEART

This piece was partially inspired by my little sister who was born with congenital heart disease. This has affected her in a number of ways, but most recently she was put on the transplant list and, after almost an entire year of breathless waiting, was given the heart of a beautiful young woman whom we will forever be indebted to. This got me thinking, not only about the literal movement of one heart and what it means for the life of my sister, but the ways our hearts move from one thing to another, lazily drifting along the currents in our lives, curling obsessively around one object, then another as the years go by. How many people and things can we clutch to ourselves before our grasping limbs fumble them in the wake of our passing?

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