Dear John Div. III, Honorable Mention, Oil/Acrylic

In quiet moments, I think about the words that are never spoken, and letters never sent. The curse of perfectionism that makes you scribble out the words and start the letter all over again until you finally decide it’s too late. Or the unfinished business of letters that are sent but never read. Words you wish you had spoken and those you are desperate to take back. I believe there are words in everyone’s subconscious floating around, waiting to be released. Mine are spoken through my art.

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