Tuesday, 20 October 2015

In My Own Cracked Way I'm Trying To Tell You That I Love You

This began with the woman's head, upon which I felt compelled to place an explosion. I often feel the urge to have either the heads or minds of figures exploding. It is either a simple dramatic device or a constant desire to depict the mind in a state of turmoil. Probably both. Are the men on scaffolding metaphorically building a bridge between the male and female figures? Mending a broken heart? Or constructing the image? Why the image of domestic bliss between mother and children? Who is the watcher? These and other questions will remain unanswered except, perhaps, in your own mind...

Digital art

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