oil pastel, paint, ink, pencil on canvas  
45" x 33" 
The furrowed brow isn't anger. It's the look of "shiznit just got real".
Struggling for an answer to a question that came out of nowhere,
the subject of the piece utters one word - "Wut?" The question then
gets repeated, buying time for the mental equivalent of flipping through
a rolodex of excuses and hoping to find it by the end of the repeated question.