My Red Bubble

I am always interested to see how people will perceive my work. Half the time someone asks me to explain my work, I just give them a puzzled look. All I can think of is that it is a mixture of hours of solitude and my subconscious that seem to have coalesced into the art I produce. I spent so much time alone that I've let my subconscious come out and play and sit awhile. I start to think of snippets of my current life and move backwards to my past. I am still hung up on certain things from my past, I am impatient for my future and I barely pay attention to my present.
That makes me an artist, right? A short attention span, impulsive, reckless, selfish and distant on purpose.
In recent years, I have become more extroverted, with the help of alcohol to be honest and I have become more aware of my vulnerabilities. Those intimate moments I choose not to share but I know they must leave my mind or I would have a mental breakdown every couple of months. Art is my healthy release from those feelings. Ugh. Feelings. Gross.
I am cool with this man. It's all good. I am mellow and I want to do is make MORE! I am more productive alone than when I am in a relationship. Love become the distraction from the construction of art. I am not against love. I just cannot make up my mind whether I want it or not right now. So I rather be in lust with men. Easier to handle and leaves me time to make art. Which leads me to my most recent works of art.

 

The one of the left are my thoughts on body image. I was sitting outside my old job in Brooklyn and I kept staring at the parking meters. It reminded of a woman's body and then I thought..."man, what if I was that skinny?? Maybe I'd get more attention" haha 

No one could be THAT skinny but it got me thinking and in two seconds I pulled out my sketchbook and drew it down. It's the visual of a meter being a woman's body and being accepted as normal. I'm a chubster so I do think about my body image but then I get distracted by something else and I forget about it. moving on....

 The image on the right goes along with how closed off I become in my bubble when I'm drawing. I shut the world down and I concentrate on the image in front of me. It's my time to sit down, put on my headphones and go to town. Party of one. Don't mind if I do enjoy this singular moment. I do not want to share it. It is one of the few times I can concentrate and be productive. BAM! In your face world. That's some art fo ya! SAVOR THE FLAVOR OF Z.  sigh* I need more sleep. 

In my red bubble, only intangible entities exist and at any given time they expel themselves from thought and onto the canvas. It's a pretty dope process. :)