Acrylic ink and paint on 16x32 canvas. These pieces are “cousins”.

Growing up an only child, my cousins bullied me relentlessly, and they were everywhere I went. Weekly sleepovers, vacations, road trips… I always had to sit in the middle. I fucking hated road trips all over New England to see “history”. “Why do I need to learn about stuff that already happened?” “So, history doesn’t repeat itself…” That was a fucking joke. Both of our moms came from the same trauma and were both so nasty because of it. I hope the cousins who tortured me as a child have grown into two lovely humans. Was I horrible to anyone like that? I’m sure I was, because all children were on the defense, all the time. There is a hell of a lot more than just 13 reasons teenagers pass their pain onto their future offspring over and over until one child can say, NO MORE.