My Fragmented Existence — Tethered threads of shadowed grace, Tape-bound silence on my face. Lines like whispers, torn and frayed, Sketch the parts I can’t evade. Eyes still plead through charcoal haze, Trapped in thought’s chaotic maze. Beauty lost, or yet to be— A soul in shards still yearning free.
The Beginning of an Era Unlearning and deconstructing my traditional methods to capture the madness on a new level. 30x44 mixed media on BVK Rieves @legionpaper
The Scourged King — Surely he took up our pain and bore our suffering, yet we considered him punished by God, stricken by him, and afflicted. But he was pierced for our transgressions, he was crushed for our iniquities; the punishment that brought us peace was on him, and by his wounds we are healed. We all, like sheep, have gone astray, each of us has turned to our own way; and the Lord has laid on him the iniquity of us all.