If I wanted a boob job, I'd go bloody well buy one....
To the right is a multi media drawing. I'd decided to look at a skeleton from a different perspective. But I still seemed to see the sternum.
The painting to the left is mine, too, like everything else on this site. It was done in 1995. You might not believe me that I wasn't thinking about sternums in 1995. I was thinking about alchemical symbols of Scorpio at the time. (No, really, I was. There are five paintings in the series, and they came out pretty cool.) (And also it was a metaphor for an exploding relationship.) But that is a snake, one big enough to squeeze the life out of you, and though it was not actually conscious, when I think of squeezing, I paint ribs and a gooey oozing heart. And vertebrae.
I had art professors that thought I was failing at the ability to analyze and publicly discuss what my art was about. Was the only C I got in my first undergrad (or my second, come to think of it.)
I think it just took me twenty years to be able to talk about it. How do you say, when you're in your twenties, that I'm afraid I'm gonna die by slow asphyxiation? I was 23 years old when I painted it, and completely bulletproof in my mind....or at least I worked very hard to convince people of that.
I do have more paintings, and drawings. Maybe once this class I'm taking is over, I'll have some bandwidth to photograph and post. (Nursing Research Methods is the class. It's painful, particularly doing group projects on pediatric subjects....like sticking a fork into your eyeballs.) (Not like I've done that lately.) (Or, ever.)