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They Can Not Destroy
What Binds Us
2024, 9x12, Gouache, Colored Pencil, Wood Board, Metal Nails (Fire to burn paper)
The world can often feel as though it is unraveling, with conflict and destruction threatening to sever the threads of our shared humanity. Yet, even in the darkest moments, there is light within us—love that cannot be destroyed or taken. The heaviness of reality from those who threaten our security, livelihoods, and question our very personhoods grows stronger. Danger feels like it is building here in America for those of trans and queer background or any other marginalized origin, all the while we watch as war carries on in the distance - but we must remember that we are strong too, our light will not be diminished.
"May I ask for gentleness within this tomb of grief?
When the world shatters,
will you stay
and watch this final sunset with me?"
The gentle touch of fingertips, then hands, the warmth of their gaze. There is power in our love for one another. Within this piece, I sought to depict a moment before destruction, or perhaps instead it shows that internal thrill of joy when two hands first meet —a moment of devastation or hope. The artwork itself is pinned to a board as if it were a fragment miraculously preserved after a blast, a relic of beauty amid ruin. The power of love and community will persist if we put our hands to good work.
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