If you’re not ready for it, the work of Cleon Peterson can feel like a slap in the face. Brutality and violence are revealed on every canvas—whether it’s a 150-foot long wall under an overpass or a 36-inch painting hung in perfectly lit gallery. Power, strength, and cruelty are the only currency in this dystopian world. The weak are strung up, bled out, decapitated, maimed, humiliated, raped, and ruined. Viscera pours from bodies and pools in the gutter. There is no hope... Read the full article by Silke Tudor by clicking above.