Just you and the Stained Glass Saints

Oil and collage on canvas

2025

Just him and the stained glass saints

the light in my final sight

My eyes are closed

my exits are blocked

Decision in solitude

You watch me

and I don’t watch you

What was I brought here to do?

I tried to root the seed

you tried to intercede

Not his permission I seek

I asked and I asked

met him where he’s at

still my solutions were my own

My plead was intervened

those figures from the glass

told me I’d have to come back

When I was his child

raised on the saints

explaining right from wrong 

I later learnt they all pick and choose

there’s no way to save us all