I stretched this canvas myself, as well as primed it with Rabbit skin primer... so there was quite a bit of pressure to actually create something worthwhile onto it.
I spent the night before sketching out women after women in a way I felt I related to. People perceiving me as nothing but a sex object, hence why I decided to create these figures with large breasts and no head. I want pity for them, as they are so innocent, they do not know that every person that comes across them just laughs.
I added rose colored glasses, a watch stuck as zero O'clock and a mountain of filth, all objects that just popped into my head at that moment. Then I realized, I was painting my subconscious. Therefore, I went further and decided to paint a huge hand pushing a bottle cap into this mountain of sludge, so disgustedly, as if this god-like hand wants no part of the scene underneath.
Then I decided to add more women, this time with faces, but this time, they are judging what they see before them. One cackles at what she sees as the other comforts another with a worried gaze.
The title sums it up, the hand is my Ego, and the place below is everything I have shoved into my unconscious, left to be forgotten about. These women that laugh and cry are versions of myself that I want to forget, that I have rejected... most of them headless and objectified.
It is colorful, yet it is actually a sad scene.
They have been left here to die.
Those pretty birds of prey judging their every move... they are the complexes...
This may be the best thing I have ever painted... and it is exactly what I wanted. A combination of the realistic and the abstract. That mixture of restrained beautiful art with the freeness of abstraction. It creates a satisfying divide, one that I am very happy with.
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