I painted these paintings in Leipzig, Germany in February and March 2026, where I had been given a three month residency at the famed Spinnerei.

In January, in the freezing streets, I had a phone and a whistle.

They had a lot more. They still do.

There is little one can do under such circumstances, but I can paint it.

It's not just that we lived through this, it's that we forget our experiences, we say "it wasn't so bad." Even now, I am no longer so angry, in part because I painted it, and because time passes and every day Trump does some new awful, so why remember? But it was bad, and I don't want others to forget it.

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