The Family, 1928

The Family, 1928

What if a painter whose story was meant to end in 1918
had been given ten more years?

Death, loneliness, distorted bodies.
A painter who traced the anxiety beneath the human surface with raw, imperfect lines.

But what if he had survived?
What if the person he loved had survived too, and the child who was never given a future had grown up beside them?

Now thirty-eight, he stands before another canvas.
This time, instead of painting the death he had stared at for so long, he paints the family sitting in front of him.

The crooked lines remain.
The oversized hands remain.
The uneasy eyes remain.

Only the reason for painting has changed.

I don't paint because it's beautiful.
I paint because I don't want to lose it.

"The Family, 1928" imagines a family portrait that never existed, carried by the living pulse of Funk and the off-kilter groove of Detroit Trap.

Beyond the canvas that stopped in 1918.