Edition of 100
Signed and numbered by the artist.
16"x20" archival inkjet (giclée)
on Entrada Natural 290gsm Cotton Rag Paper.
Unframed
The composition and colors are inspired by Notorious BIG’s 1994 
album cover for ‘Ready to Die’. Behind Charlie is the Rudyard 
Kipling poem entitled ‘If”.
Elections are times that bring into focus many critical issues and 
have an effect not only on us but our children. This piece ‘Hapa II’ 
is a sequel to my portrait of President Obama entitled ‘Hapa’ which 
I painted 4 years ago during the 2016 Elections. ‘Hapa’ which 
literally means ‘half’ in Hawaiian refers to someone of mixed racial 
ancestry. The depiction of a hapa child touches on the issue of 
racial equality and depicts the physical manifestation of different 
races coming together. His young age speaks as a symbol of a 
hopeful future but it is our responsibility to work hard and strive to 
make the world a better place. We can create an environment that 
our children can live and thrive in, so that when it is their turn to 
be handed the baton from our tired hands they will continue to 
change the world for the better.
IF by Rudyard Kipling:
If you can keep your head when all about you   
    Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,   
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
    But make allowance for their doubting too;   
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
    Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
    And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;   
    If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;   
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
    And treat those two impostors just the same;   
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
    Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
    And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
    And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
    And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
    To serve your turn long after they are gone,   
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
    Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,   
    Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
    If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
    With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,   
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,   
    And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!