I saw your green eyes
Beauty mark next to your mouth
There on the subway
I nearly had a breakdown
A few weeks later
Somebody wore your perfume
It almost killed me
I had to leave the room
It’s just another day and it’s not over …
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Stillness is a power move. 🌊✨
What’s the first word this gives you?
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“In New York, they say you’re always looking for a job, a boyfriend, or an apartment.”
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What is art?
Is it decoration? Silence? A commodity to be sold and forgotten?
Or is it something else —
a wound that speaks,
a scream painted in color,
a sacred protest carved from chaos?
My work is not here to soothe.
It’s here to confront.
Born from political fracture, spiritual collapse, queer erasure, immigrant dissonance —
I paint what hurts, what heals, what hides.
Each layer is built from contradiction: symbols and scribbles, prayer and protest, intimacy and rupture.
Every crown I draw is a quiet revolt — not power as dominance, but power as truth.
You will not find answers here.
Only echoes, questions, and memory.
Only freedom —
“חרות”
cherut — scratched into every surface.
And beneath it all, one truth survives:
Spread love. Protect what’s left of our humanity — before even that is gone.
