Flag

Flag, is a study in quiet defiance.A solitary, hand-built canvas leans on spindly black legs like a tired banner after the parade has gone. The surface is washed in muted teal-greens, the stars and stripes barely-there stripes dissolving into bruised, overlapping tones. There is no crisp symbolism here, only residue: the ghost of a flag, exhausted, half-erased, as if it has absorbed decades of wind, rain, and argument.The paint feels dragged and abraded, the edges frayed; the entire object looks on the verge of collapsing under the weight of what it once represented. It doesn’t proclaim allegiance; it mourns it. In its wobbly stance and fading colors, the work asks how long an idea can keep standing once everyone has stopped believing in it. A fragile, haunting elegy disguised as patriotism.