In the Knuckles of God: The Fist That Refused Scarcity

This is not just a fist.
This is In the Knuckles of God—the sacred rebellion forged in flesh and oak. A weapon not of violence, but of vow. Carved in resistance to the programming of lack, shaped against the architecture of suppression. This is what happens when a man remembers he was never meant to beg.

Each grain tells the story:
Of how we were told we were too much, asked for too much, dreamed too loud.
Of how the world tried to cage the infinite and name it practical.
But this fist?
It is the altar of refusal.

This is the body saying no to performance.
This is the artist saying yes to fire.
This is the Alchemist mid-transmutation—scarcity into sovereignty, fear into forge.

To stand in purpose, to create as if the soul is law—
is the ultimate act of defiance.
And this is what that defiance looks like, feels like, weighs like.

38" x 46" 

Acrylic on wood -