33 × 40 x 1.5 original acrylic painting on canvas.

There was a time I needed to know that Truth could not be destroyed,

that even when twisted, buried,or spoken over, it lived somewhere safe.

Held by unseen guardians.

Waiting for the moment the world could hear it clearly again.

This painting began as that prayer.

In the wake of lies spun to erase and divide, I painted a place for what couldn't be silenced.

In it's making, I came to Feel what deep down I already knew-that

Truth is patient. It Endures. It Will find its way home.

As the piece deepened, I felt the story of my Osage lineage woven through it.

My family's resilience became my own, rooting me in the promise that

what is real will always rise, and what was meant to be known will always return to light.