I was in my studio working on the beginnings of a painting when I got a call from my brother in friendship, Ernie. He proceeded to tell me his nephew had just committed suicide. I was at a lost for words for how to comfort my friend. When the conversation ended I just stared at the floor for about two hours. The canvas I had started was laying there and I began to tear shapes of paper and place them around the boarder making tracings as I went. Three days after, this painting became "Worlds Apart", my search for answers for what it must be like living in two worlds and not fitting in either one. This canvas is five feet wide and seven feet tall.
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