Oil Painting, Glitter on Canvas
73" x 72" x 2" unframed
A revolution will not be televised. Millions of voices in the street suspended by a nebula of disbelief.
Commands armed to deadly crimes, shooting fathers, mothers, siblings, our kind.
Escuderos take flight, become martyrs in valor, and bequest for a future relinquished before it has begun.
In the end, silence is all we have, sweeping our hopes with phantom lies.
For these times will never seize, we rise for balance and judgment.
Equanimity to all.