HEY GIRL, WHY THE NO FACE? Painting

IT'S AN ONGOING PROCESS OF DIGGING THROUGH ALL THE BULLSHIT THAT CURRENTLY ACCOUNTS FOR "LIVING," AND GETTING DOWN TO GOLDEN HONESTY. FROM BEING BORN IN THE BIG APPLE TO COMING OF AGE IN SMALL TOWN MAINE (AND COMING FROM A BI-RACIAL FAMILY), I'VE ALWAYS RESIDED IN THE SPACE IN BETWEEN; THE SYNTHESIS BETWEEN CONFLICTING WORLDS. I'VE FALLEN IN LOVE WITH MOMENTS THAT ARE PURE TO THE INDIVIDUAL, THINGS THAT MAY BE RECREATED, BUT NEVER THE SAME. RAINBOWS, FIREWORKS, HAUNTED HOUSES, DRUNKEN MISPLACED HANDS AND MIRACULOUS POSSIBILITY ARE ALWAYS FLOODED WITH SEAS OF ANXIETY. IN ALL, I'M TRYING TO GET THROUGH IT, AND THIS IS THE RESULT.