They say time heals all wounds, but I tend to disagree. For those of us who shove our feelings into the abyss until they begin to pile up to the surface, healthy displays of emotions are...foreign. Of everything I have ever painted, this speaks not only to me, but from me. This was born from a series of unfortunate events, and two hours alone with just my thoughts and a whole lot of mozart (courtesy of pandora). Sometimes it's good to feel, without feeling. What I mean is, I poured my guts, all my darkness and resentment into this painting, but no one will ever know what it truly means but me....and the few I've actually shared it with. This way, everyone who can relate, will do so without bias. Art heals MY wounds.
P.S, this painting isn't finished.
....If I sold it, would you buy it??
