In this world we all have a war going on between the brain, the heart, and its accomplice the hands. Trying to get these three to work together for our benefit can be a constant struggle. We all have obligations, desires and passions. Balancing these in an imperfect environment can be very trying. This painting symbolizes that for me. Our lives can bring us much pain, or overwhelming joy. But, this all depends on what the head and hands are doing. The emotions from the heart can turn sensible thoughts into insanity. The brain can make the heart want what it didn't even know it needed. And the hands can bring you the beautiful and the putrid, depending on what the brain and the heart tell them to fetch.
I have been obsessing over the idea of using a heart in my work for a few years, the beauty and the gore of it. I seem to always want to paint everything pink. Pink is a comforting color for me. Whenever I want to paint something I always ask myself "How would pink look?" A pink padded cell at times sounds relaxing.
I have been obsessing over the idea of using a heart in my work for a few years, the beauty and the gore of it. I seem to always want to paint everything pink. Pink is a comforting color for me. Whenever I want to paint something I always ask myself "How would pink look?" A pink padded cell at times sounds relaxing.
