Military Age Male
Spray-painted in stark monochrome, a small boy—brown hair, brown eyes, no older than six—stands on a crumbling concrete wall, gripping an AR-15 that dwarfs his frame. The figure could be any child—my son, my nephew, or yours—rendered in that unmistakable Banksy vernacular: part street poetry, part social indictment.
The image is simple, nearly clipart in its execution, but the gravity lies beneath. For those who’ve walked the corridors of conflict, especially in the Marine Corps, this isn’t just a child; it’s the living embodiment of the term “military age male.” In countless briefings and sand-table talks, we sanitized children into categories—military-age, target, threat—depending on the day’s rules of engagement.
This piece isn’t a glorification or condemnation; it’s a confrontation. It demands the viewer reckon with the moment innocence is recast as threat, and the psychological sleight-of-hand that allows society—soldiers, politicians, bystanders—to redraw that line. The emotional punch comes when you recognize the boy’s face; he could be your own.
This is a meditation on perception and dehumanization, drawn from lived experience. It asks: When does a child become a “combatant”? What violence is done by language before a single shot is fired? In the tradition of Banksy, this image weaponizes simplicity—a child with a gun, a wordless wall—to trigger something visceral, uncomfortable, and, perhaps, redemptive.
Spray-painted in stark monochrome, a small boy—brown hair, brown eyes, no older than six—stands on a crumbling concrete wall, gripping an AR-15 that dwarfs his frame. The figure could be any child—my son, my nephew, or yours—rendered in that unmistakable Banksy vernacular: part street poetry, part social indictment.
The image is simple, nearly clipart in its execution, but the gravity lies beneath. For those who’ve walked the corridors of conflict, especially in the Marine Corps, this isn’t just a child; it’s the living embodiment of the term “military age male.” In countless briefings and sand-table talks, we sanitized children into categories—military-age, target, threat—depending on the day’s rules of engagement.
This piece isn’t a glorification or condemnation; it’s a confrontation. It demands the viewer reckon with the moment innocence is recast as threat, and the psychological sleight-of-hand that allows society—soldiers, politicians, bystanders—to redraw that line. The emotional punch comes when you recognize the boy’s face; he could be your own.
This is a meditation on perception and dehumanization, drawn from lived experience. It asks: When does a child become a “combatant”? What violence is done by language before a single shot is fired? In the tradition of Banksy, this image weaponizes simplicity—a child with a gun, a wordless wall—to trigger something visceral, uncomfortable, and, perhaps, redemptive.
Spray-painted in stark monochrome, a small boy—brown hair, brown eyes, no older than six—stands on a crumbling concrete wall, gripping an AR-15 that dwarfs his frame. The figure could be any child—my son, my nephew, or yours—rendered in that unmistakable Banksy vernacular: part street poetry, part social indictment.
The image is simple, nearly clipart in its execution, but the gravity lies beneath. For those who’ve walked the corridors of conflict, especially in the Marine Corps, this isn’t just a child; it’s the living embodiment of the term “military age male.” In countless briefings and sand-table talks, we sanitized children into categories—military-age, target, threat—depending on the day’s rules of engagement.
This piece isn’t a glorification or condemnation; it’s a confrontation. It demands the viewer reckon with the moment innocence is recast as threat, and the psychological sleight-of-hand that allows society—soldiers, politicians, bystanders—to redraw that line. The emotional punch comes when you recognize the boy’s face; he could be your own.
This is a meditation on perception and dehumanization, drawn from lived experience. It asks: When does a child become a “combatant”? What violence is done by language before a single shot is fired? In the tradition of Banksy, this image weaponizes simplicity—a child with a gun, a wordless wall—to trigger something visceral, uncomfortable, and, perhaps, redemptive.
Title: Military Age Male
Medium: Hand-embellished print on 5mm acrylic
Dimensions: 18” x 18” (45.7 x 45.7 cm)
Edition: Limited edition
Finish: Archival pigment print, direct-mounted on museum-grade 5mm acrylic
Frame: Optional modern float frame (in black, white, or gold, upon request)
Details:
Ultra-high-resolution reproduction of original digital artwork
Each piece is individually hand-embellished and signed by the artist
Includes luminescent signature visible under blacklight
Ready to hang with concealed mounting system
Certificate of authenticity provided