I painted this to remember what survival really feels like. I was in solitary confinement with nothing but a t-shirt, boxers, and cold concrete. My body was shaking from the cold, and the only way I could fight it was to move. I dropped down for push-ups, then got up pacing the room. Over and over. Just to stay warm. The numbers scattered across the piece mark every rep, every refusal to break. This is a piece about endurance, discipline, and perseverance.
Series: Personal Stories
