I Am My Brother's Dreamer

These fanged mouths are still mysterious symbols to me. They are signs of frustration aimed above. A sort of angered discussion with God. The two bodies in this piece are my brother and I. He passed ago a long time ago. Often I feel as though I am the continuation of his potential. The many arms behind us are the others we never met who we are continuations of. Their sacrifices have made paths for us today. Whether they be from the Middle East, the many regions of Africa, the Caribbean or the Indigenous Americans who taught pilgrims to take care of themselves in these lands. We carry the will many.