Respect My Point

$30.00

Respect My Point is a raw depiction of the kind of chaos that doesn’t make the news — the internal battles between those on the same side. During my time in the military, especially in the thick of war, there were moments where the real fight wasn’t just out there with the enemy — it was in the shouting matches behind the wire. As an EOD technician, there were so many times when leadership or other units didn’t fully understand what we did, how we operated, or what was at stake when we stepped into the unknown. And in that fog — mental, physical, emotional — communication broke down, and voices rose. Screaming wasn’t a sign of weakness. It was the last attempt to be heard when everything else had failed.

The painting captures a moment mid-explosion — not of ordnance, but of emotion. Two groups of figures clash in a heated argument, mouths wide open, eyes wild, hands pointed and gesturing, caught in a whirl of fury and miscommunication. The focal point is the central figure in a vibrant green uniform, leaning forward with a finger pressed into another’s chest, demanding to be acknowledged. Every face is twisted with rage, confusion, or defiance — no one is backing down.

The color palette is emotionally charged and symbolic: searing reds and oranges form a turbulent background while the figures wear bold blues and greens that cut through the darkness like factions in conflict. The shadows are deep and exaggerated, and the black background swallows all peripheral context, forcing the viewer to focus only on the intensity of the confrontation. The style is expressionist with thick, deliberate brushwork, distorted proportions, and dramatic contrast, heightening the sense of urgency and emotional violence.

Respect My Point doesn’t glorify war — it reveals a different battlefield, one where misunderstanding and desperation collide in the fog of war, and where the loudest voice isn’t always the one that’s right — just the one trying to survive.

Respect My Point is a raw depiction of the kind of chaos that doesn’t make the news — the internal battles between those on the same side. During my time in the military, especially in the thick of war, there were moments where the real fight wasn’t just out there with the enemy — it was in the shouting matches behind the wire. As an EOD technician, there were so many times when leadership or other units didn’t fully understand what we did, how we operated, or what was at stake when we stepped into the unknown. And in that fog — mental, physical, emotional — communication broke down, and voices rose. Screaming wasn’t a sign of weakness. It was the last attempt to be heard when everything else had failed.

The painting captures a moment mid-explosion — not of ordnance, but of emotion. Two groups of figures clash in a heated argument, mouths wide open, eyes wild, hands pointed and gesturing, caught in a whirl of fury and miscommunication. The focal point is the central figure in a vibrant green uniform, leaning forward with a finger pressed into another’s chest, demanding to be acknowledged. Every face is twisted with rage, confusion, or defiance — no one is backing down.

The color palette is emotionally charged and symbolic: searing reds and oranges form a turbulent background while the figures wear bold blues and greens that cut through the darkness like factions in conflict. The shadows are deep and exaggerated, and the black background swallows all peripheral context, forcing the viewer to focus only on the intensity of the confrontation. The style is expressionist with thick, deliberate brushwork, distorted proportions, and dramatic contrast, heightening the sense of urgency and emotional violence.

Respect My Point doesn’t glorify war — it reveals a different battlefield, one where misunderstanding and desperation collide in the fog of war, and where the loudest voice isn’t always the one that’s right — just the one trying to survive.