He thinks so much.. or too much that his mind just buckles under the pressure, leaving him catatonic
all he can do now is stare blankly at what he thinks is bliss
not even realizing that he is in tears.
this misconception of happiness deludes his heart from opening up again.
his heart...scarred and broken, beaten down and bleeding.
because of every sin thrown his way. all the pain of harassment, trauma, scandal, abuse, shame and abandonment.
all these sins, both as consequences from his shortcomings as well as from the sheer pleasure of life's coincidences and shit
day after day he tries to stand. and minute after minute the turbulence in his brain urges him to cascade this emotion into this beautiful mess of the colors and strokes that are combined with blood and blade.
and with his time in this self administered solitude
he starts to heal. the wounds begin to scar. the ropes begin to loosen. the happiness becomes real. finally. real.
and his tears formed into flowers that become his strength to carry on.
The materials used were, recycled paint tubes to form the flowers, plastic to form the rope, and recycled dried up paint from my palette to form impasto brain.
-Other than the emotional drive that willed me to create this piece, i really wanted to incorporate the idea to go green. Just one small step, can cascade a bigger message with action. An action to try and help mother earth, by reducing one's waste and incorporate it into something beautiful.