Calling all Shrinks...
One picture is worth a thousand therapy sessions.
What does it reveal about a person's inner mind when after a week's work with pen and ink this is the result? What I love about painting and drawing is that at some point I can look at a piece with total disconnection. I see the picture now but when I was drawing it, all I saw were ink stains on a page. I have no idea what thoughts fathered this, nor am I exactly sure what it is. Some how I don't think I was contemplating kittens and care bears.
As you were,
Jay
2 comments:
Wow, I love it!
As for what it means...heck, what's any art mean? We pull this stuff from somewhere down deep inside and it's mostly constructed from symbols which often mean something different to us than it means to the people viewing it.
Point is, the artist (you) had to do it, and was motivated by something subliminally that you looked at consciously and said, "What the hell?"
It's always lovely when you create a thing and then marvel that it was YOU who created it.
And that, my friend, is the nature of art, eh?
Good work!
Not contemplating kittens and Care Bears? How can you say that?
I very clearly see a Care Bear's eyes peeking through bandages after being attacked by a kitten. Said kitten then apparently dressed him in a tacky Egyptian halloween head dress to further his humiliation.
This art speaks to me as such. Maybe I should get my hearing checked, but I like it!
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