I was born in 1976, during America’s Bicentennial year.
Now, as our nation approaches 250 years, I find myself approaching 50.
A Memorial Day baby.
A Bicentennial baby.
And yes — deeply, gratefully, all American.
This piece was born out of gratitude.
I love this country. Not because it is perfect, but because of the freedom, courage, sacrifice, and possibility woven into its story. Our forefathers fought, bled, dreamed, and built toward a future they would never fully see — and we are still living inside the blessings of that sacrifice.
Every part of this artwork carries meaning.
The eagle faces forward, symbolizing vision, courage, and the future ahead. The red, white, and blue flowers represent beauty, remembrance, and hope. The five stars, the Liberty Bell, the Statue of Liberty, the rising sun, the city skyline, and the American flag all speak to different pieces of our national story — freedom, resilience, faith, and the ongoing promise of America.
This is not a piece about pretending America has no scars.
It is a piece about remembering that even with her warts, wounds, battles, and imperfections, America is still a blessed nation.
And if we live here, we carry both the gift and the responsibility of that freedom.
May we remember.
May we be grateful.
May we keep facing forward.
I was born in 1976, during America’s Bicentennial year.
Now, as our nation approaches 250 years, I find myself approaching 50.
A Memorial Day baby.
A Bicentennial baby.
And yes — deeply, gratefully, all American.
This piece was born out of gratitude.
I love this country. Not because it is perfect, but because of the freedom, courage, sacrifice, and possibility woven into its story. Our forefathers fought, bled, dreamed, and built toward a future they would never fully see — and we are still living inside the blessings of that sacrifice.
Every part of this artwork carries meaning.
The eagle faces forward, symbolizing vision, courage, and the future ahead. The red, white, and blue flowers represent beauty, remembrance, and hope. The five stars, the Liberty Bell, the Statue of Liberty, the rising sun, the city skyline, and the American flag all speak to different pieces of our national story — freedom, resilience, faith, and the ongoing promise of America.
This is not a piece about pretending America has no scars.
It is a piece about remembering that even with her warts, wounds, battles, and imperfections, America is still a blessed nation.
And if we live here, we carry both the gift and the responsibility of that freedom.
May we remember.
May we be grateful.
May we keep facing forward.