Title: Even a Worm Will Turn
Medium: Acrylic & mixed media on stretched canvas
Dimensions: 20 x 30 inches (0.5” depth)
Year: 2025
Description:
Even a Worm Will Turn borrows its title from an old proverb — a quiet warning disguised as truth: push something low enough, and it will rise, bite back, and become something unrecognizable. That is the pulse running through this piece. It is not just defiance; it is metamorphosis under pressure.
The central figure stares directly at the viewer: blood-bright, tear-soaked, but unbroken. Surrounded by saints, bleeding stencils, cosmic numbers, and glitchy neon halos, she hovers in a surreal dreamspace that feels both sacred and synthetic. The angels do not comfort — they bear witness. Some drip. Some glow. All rise.
Embedded phrases like Soft No More and the number 13 become personal mythologies: inscriptions of resistance, survival, and reclamation. The background collapses contradictions into one searing vision — wild animals, suburban echoes, digital halos, and spray-painted salvation, all tangled together like protest banners in a storm.
This painting is a reckoning. It stands as both a warning and an invocation: a portrait of the exact second something snaps inside, when silence becomes action. Even a Worm Will Turn isn’t just a painting — it’s pigment weaponized. A myth made modern. A scream that decided to stay.