Postpartum

Can art still shock and offend? Can it still cause questions to be asked? Can it drive a conversation? In today’s digital artwork, which for some reason just finished a four-hour rendering (maybe the rig was offended), I explore the dark side of the Romanticism movement. I’ve drawn on David Caspar Friedrich, who IMHO isContinue reading “Postpartum”

Medicate

No doubt this may be labeled NSFW, until I tell the censors that it’s art. This is about #depression – that black hound which haunts so many, including myself, and the tools one uses to breathe. It’s a self portrait, really, in all of its ingloriousness & probably an attempt to disavow any notions thatContinue reading “Medicate”

Happy

“what makes you happy?” I asked myself in the depths of the night, unable to sleep – as usual. The answer wasn’t wealth, a hobby, a place, sex, or any of the usual answers. It was an existential question, driving towards the answer of why we are all here. Often, I feel completely alone, detached,Continue reading “Happy”

The Resurrection of Self-Doubt

The body lay buried for many years, sunk in a swamp of tears and anxiety. She didn’t know why she left the warmth and safety of her present to find the remains of the buried past, yet here she was. As she crouched down in the damp sadness of the woods and nervously reached outContinue reading “The Resurrection of Self-Doubt”

Silent Agony

Men generally take the majority of credit for an #abusiverelationship but there is a silent group of men who are #survivors of not necessarily physical, but rather #mentally and #emotionally #abusive #relationships – this #artwork is a representation of what it’s like for these men. So, assuming you’re over the bad boy phase, if youContinue reading “Silent Agony”