Born after watching The American Buffalo, this piece felt like a gut punch.
The Great American Dream is both reverent and ruptured layered with grief, rage, and raw color. The lines follow bloodlines, trade routes, and broken treaties. The flower? Maybe hope. Maybe memory.
Red paths twist like veins. Yellow dots march like history told by the winners. And underneath it all, the land still pulses. Still resists. Still remembers.
- Subject Matter: Abstract