Societies umbrage lives in the shadows we pretend not to see—the quiet weight of rules written long ago,the inherited fears passed hand to hand like heirlooms.It gathers where power flinches at change,where comfort demands silence,where difference is treated as a threat instead of a mirror.This umbrage is not loud.It is subtle, procedural, polite.It hides in language, policy, tradition,asking us to look away just long enough for harm to feel normal. And yet, within that darkness, there is always pressure—from those who refuse to disappear,who stand still long enough for the shadow to reveal its shape,and remind us that societies only evolve when the umbrage is named, confronted, and outgrown.

Materials: Acrylic on Canvas Framed

Year: 2021
Dimensions: Height 22″ x Width 25″ x Depth 1.5″

Societies umbrage lives in the shadows we pretend not to see—the quiet weight of rules written long ago,the inherited fears passed hand to hand like heirlooms.It gathers where power flinches at change,where comfort demands silence,where difference is treated as a threat instead of a mirror.This umbrage is not loud.It is subtle, procedural, polite.It hides in language, policy, tradition,asking us to look away just long enough for harm to feel normal. And yet, within that darkness, there is always pressure—from those who refuse to disappear,who stand still long enough for the shadow to reveal its shape,and remind us that societies only evolve when the umbrage is named, confronted, and outgrown.

Materials: Acrylic on Canvas Framed

Year: 2021
Dimensions: Height 22″ x Width 25″ x Depth 1.5″