So, maybe I haven’t dyed my own fabric to make a dress from scratch this weekend, but I have been busy. I reworked my reworking of my drawing and created this painting.
I should reassure the world that I come from a normal household and family. There was no cultish devil worship in my childhood, despite what the neighbors may think. It’s not my parents’ fault that this is what happens when I try to do happy and sweet. Yes, it is happy and sweet, but it’s… well, me.
I’ve been thinking a lot about our beloved monsters… they are the big, scary things in our lives that protect us from other people. They can be addictions, behaviors, thoughts, fears, or any number of things. We are completely intimate and comfortable with our monsters, with the benefit of keeping other people at arm’s length.
So… do we have, keep, and protect our monsters, or do they have, keep, and protect us?
And, as a postscript: For those of you who were wondering who my model was, it’s this guy:
I think it’s a credit to my disposition that my mind is not warped enough to create an uglier animal than Sam from my imagination, even though I tried very, very hard.