the colors of a stranger

Growing up in my family was rough. There were three of us siblings, there was division in our home. We were surviving separately, we really never got to the core of knowing each other deeply as siblings. This painting was made while many thoughts of my family were holding my body hostage, thinking of the past and the trauma. But most of all I was thinking of the death by suicide of my brother, who felt like a stranger. So the only name that comes to mind for this work is the colors of a stranger.