Named for a Tori Amos song that makes me cry pretty much every time. yeh, i know… i am SUCH a pussy heh.
I was still pretty down and not making any money. I was pretty insecure about this piece and didn’t show it until it had been framed for a couple of months. It is pretty much pure escapism, with darker undertones of course.
The girls don’t really exist, though I think that the place does, I found the pic of the tunnel on the net and got carried away adding my own stuff to it.
There is my left hand-print drawn into the light in the middle of the tunnel; starting a sort of trade mark with that I guess.
I do find solace in my work often, though it really is work and not play. This is a good example. It is somewhere, some elsewhere, a long way from where I was, dreamy surreal and dark. I love chiaroscuro and use it constantly, but why the hell not? The symbolism is a bit obvious now I think about it – “look there’s a light at the end of that there tunnel!” but it doesn’t matter. It doesn’t really matter at all, does it?
1 m x 82 cm
Pastels on colourfix pastel paper