48 x 36 / SOLD

48 x 36 in Oil on Archival-Quality Natural Cotton

I’ve always felt like a room full of people, “hoping”, even if it’s something I didn’t totally understand or agree with, it always felt “holy” to me in someway. As if collectively believing in something, gave everyone in the room a pardon from the chaos around us. All together this piece took about 8 months to complete….it started out in my studio at the Lovemans, painting colors and vibes that felt near, not just warm…but close.


After sitting with it for about 5 more months, my daughter Constance (5 years old at the time) and I pushed against it with our hands. While doing it, I asked her a bunch of questions tied to a “hope” of some sort……like, “what would be the coolest thing to happen during your first day of kindergarten?”, – she’d then ask me a question, “Mr. Genesis, am I an artist?”, etc.
I sat with this for another 3 months and finished it at my studio space in the Choo-Choo.



  1. a feeling of expectation and desire for a certain thing to happen.