An ode to Texas with every last bit of it crammed into one frame.
A gold horseshoe nearly the size of the canvas, reading HOW LUCKY ARE WE. Inside it a man and a woman riding double, carrying the flag, drawn in sepia like something lifted off an old engraving while everything around them runs flat and loud.
Then the rest, stacked the way it actually sits in a Texan's head. The derrick. The Alamo. The yellow rose, dripping. Since 1836. Don't mess with Texas. Howdy y'all, bienvenidos, amigos. The stars at night, big and bright, written across the top. One small step for man, because the room on the other end of that sentence was here.
Look at the horseshoe. Everywhere else in this collection the shoes are upside down and the luck is pouring out of them. This one is turned up. This one is holding.
36 × 48 in · Latex, acrylic, oil stick, charcoal and coffee on canvas · 2026
An ode to Texas with every last bit of it crammed into one frame.
A gold horseshoe nearly the size of the canvas, reading HOW LUCKY ARE WE. Inside it a man and a woman riding double, carrying the flag, drawn in sepia like something lifted off an old engraving while everything around them runs flat and loud.
Then the rest, stacked the way it actually sits in a Texan's head. The derrick. The Alamo. The yellow rose, dripping. Since 1836. Don't mess with Texas. Howdy y'all, bienvenidos, amigos. The stars at night, big and bright, written across the top. One small step for man, because the room on the other end of that sentence was here.
Look at the horseshoe. Everywhere else in this collection the shoes are upside down and the luck is pouring out of them. This one is turned up. This one is holding.
36 × 48 in · Latex, acrylic, oil stick, charcoal and coffee on canvas · 2026
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