Title” Ignore the Slaughterhouse to Enjoy the Steak

Ink on Canvas

48” x 60”

I wrote Ignore the slaughterhouse to enjoy the steak until it stopped being a statement and became a surface.
The repetition breaks it down—letters wander, overlap, dissolve. The message wavers between blunt, absurd, and almost invisible.

Living with dyslexia, I’ve always seen words move this way—slipping out of line, drifting into new shapes. This piece mirrors that motion while holding onto its discomfort.

It isn’t here to tell what to think.
It’s here so the thought can’t be avoided—only reconsidered, again and again.