14x17'', acrylic on paper
What is to look in the mirror and see someone unrecognized? To meander about this room is an act of camaraderie, patriotism, bonding that is unobserved in any other space of the so called male-life. Skin to skin, and eye to eye. Look but don’t touch. Yet, these bodies fall torn and bruised. To play in the sweet folly of man, set within this room, he must be brutalized. They come in hand in hand. After so long, the mirrors and metal lockers reflect back the image of a man so strong, yet so broken. Sweet steam, please heal thee.
