NADA New York 2024

Lost and heartbroken, my missing angel tries again to reach the Honda Civic. Feeling restless and hopeless, the angel knows the battered shield is almost obliterated. The power of hate and ignorance, fueled by fear, is what impregnates the mother of violence. Stranded are her lonely stars that emit the light, fed by nothing and born of nothing to become nothing. The fearless unicorn stands captive and doused in flames. She is in a hypnotic pose, nearly solidified like the face of half-dome waiting to be freed by her angel.