Contentment
Why the blue man? I never question why I use the colors I do. I paint from raw and true feelings and I was feeling isolated and withdrawn at the conception of this piece. At first glance, it might be perceived as erotic; which in some cases it is. However, the feelings of isolation and confusion lead me to crave the sincerity of contentment and a certain peace that I only found only after I left my current situation.
As always, I write a poem to best express what little words can really say when viewing my art:
Once was stolen
has found new life
four years later.
Although smaller
it still stands true
Betrayal is a funny thing
so awkward and counter-productive
to the real love it shadows
I’ve never had a relationship
without experiencing its wrath.
Though I try to paint its true for.
real love
Living in what feels safe
contentment even for a moment
it brings me joy and
moments of peace
to forget the tender grip
of a fresh wound,
dug so deeply into my flesh
giving impossible expectations
for a love broken.
