In the melancholy of my dreams, I envision rehabilitative prisons and mental hospitals. With funds being taken from these facilities the inmates cannot be groomed into good citizens and thus cannot become productive members of society. In my band of I created in a different dimension I play sad musical machines, in the sounds of the oppressed – the homeless, the incarcerated, and those who live in alternative mental states.

20” (h) x 13” (w), gouache on paper on Dibond, 2018.
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