This is a very strange painting from a few days ago, and I really have no idea what compelled me to paint it. I was thinking about this kid who used to sit behind me in 1st grade, he was missing an eye. Whenever the teacher would leave the room he would pull on my shirt sleeve until I would turn around and then he'd open his eye socket up wide so I would look into it. Kind of a creepy kid, wouldn't you say? I don't know why I kept letting him get away with this behavior, or why the teacher wouldn't move me to another spot. Today I've thought of all sorts of things I would say (or scream) to him about how it just wasn't appropriate. Yes it's a bit of a different painting for me, but this is a group I trust this sort of stuff with, so there you go. I've always thought art was a healing tool, so perhaps this is healing some little part of me that was left in the past.
|creepy eye socket|