This print was created and printed on January 8th, the day after Renee good was murdered by ICE officers in Minneapolis. I woke up feeling angry, gutted, and totally powerless. When the world feels that fucked up I do the thing that I love to do: I go to the press. Printing is how I process, how I grieve, how I rage and how I survive. The power of the press is sometimes the only thing I can control. Ink, pressure, paper. Art doesn’t fix everything but it reminds us we are not alone.
This print was created and printed on January 8th, the day after Renee good was murdered by ICE officers in Minneapolis. I woke up feeling angry, gutted, and totally powerless. When the world feels that fucked up I do the thing that I love to do: I go to the press. Printing is how I process, how I grieve, how I rage and how I survive. The power of the press is sometimes the only thing I can control. Ink, pressure, paper. Art doesn’t fix everything but it reminds us we are not alone.
