June 12, 2016 fear and self-loathing drove a closeted gay man to attack the patrons of the Pulse nightclub. Forty-nine people died that night.
Pulse was the fruition of a sister's love for her deceased gay brother, a gay nightclub to honor his memory and the lives of other brothers and sons.
I began this painting as the news of the shooting unfolded. I continued as details of the lives of the victims were revealed. I painted with the hope that the stories of lives lived and lost early were shared hearts would soften. I painted hoping that shared grief would push back hatred. I painted in the hopes that this tragedy, this travesty would push our nation forward in love and acceptance. I painted hope.