This piece was another canvas I stretched and printed myself, and somehow, because of its small size, I found it even harder to come up with something to paint.
I wanted it to fit in with my previous two painting, therefore I decided to paint a memory I have from the first year of University.
It isn't a very good memory, in fact it's when I got sexually assaulted by my friend. Though I don't want to tell anybody the meaning of it, I think giving too much away can somehow ruin this piece. I think the image is vague enough that an audience could interpret what they want, and yet not too vague where the emotion and meaning gets lost.
The arms are mechanical, reflecting my mechanical mindset of striving for perfection. Aswell there are patches sown on at the arms, to show injury, yet there is little empathy for an automaton.
There is a little delicate girl sitting on my bed, in her hand are wires that she had ripped out of me, she is my innocence... she is being destroyed.
In the background there is chaos, to represent the feeling I had living in that small flat in the first year. The same room I had a seizure in, these colors represent the feeling of that place, the chaos and just how cold it was. The colors also hide a figure, someone watching and not helping... they look on... a friend who betrayed me.
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