Gun Talk: Paintings by Jason Pearson
I must confess that I crave violence. While I was still a teenager attending art school in kansas city, I was held up with that gun against my head by two young boys. I think about how my life would be different today if I was carrying a gun that night for protection. Either I would be dead, or those two boys would be, or maybe all of us for the one dollar bill that was in my pocket. Here’s the irony, while I personally hate guns, I have to confess that I still love watching violent action films or playing first person shooters.