Stained glass, solder, resin

As an active duty soldier, my opportunities for political expression are limited. (A fact I am proud to embrace and believe is imperative to the survival of our country.) This is where my voice gets to mingle with the varied interpretations that can be assigned to any artwork, even if my own intentions with the piece are never fully understood by whomever may see the exterior vision. They apply their own truths, equally valid, protecting my own right of hidden expression within raw daylight. “And Still, We Dance.” She refuses to abandon her right to joy, even as control of her very being is inescapable. A needle representing the ability to create, to heal- but here being used as the weapon of division. The industrial stars shine above with patriarch shadows, as the gold-plated stage contains her every movement. Her face mirrors your own, as the struggle touches us all, even if you think you somehow escaped the chains. And still, we do this dance. With them. With us. With you.