several dozen fucked up joints in a trench coat

Last summer, I painted this rendering of a mustard tin explosive device in recognition of the suffragette bombing and arson direct action campaigns. I view this as representative of the anger and rage that inspire such direct action efforts. Today I'm thinking about all of those who share a political struggle, working together to free themselves from the subjugation of their bodies by the state.

I have these prints available (both with and without text) in my INPRNT shop. All proceeds ($7.50) go to the National Network of Abortion Funds.