Yes I Can

I can do all things” is not a verse—it’s a vein. It runs hot with memory, molten with myth. A truth so old it doesn't need permission anymore.

And yet, tucked in the corner, a whisper-curse:
“...because fuck you.”

Not spite. Not ego. Just sovereignty reclaimed with teeth.

This piece is a hymn for the ones who’ve prayed, bled, broke—and now refuse to explain their power.

It’s scripture with scars. It’s gospel with grit.

18"x24" 

Acrylic, aerosol, Vinyl on paper