This piece, I made it with that same weight. The red isn't just dramatic it's blood, sacrifice, every loss that doesn't make the news. The black is grief that has no language. The white in the keffiyeh the only stubborn hope left.
The word on the headband is كتاب "The Book."

Because even in resistance, what survives is the word. The story. The memory. I made this because my father's family is from Palestine. I've lost people. Real people not statistics. This isn't political art for me. It's a grave I painted.

If it speaks to you the way your posts speak to me it belongs with you.

This is digital hand drawn painting.