This painting was inspired by a little tangent I went on after being asked the question “What’s your biggest weakness” when I put myself up for an opportunity. I ended up saying something along the lines of “I don’t get why people get so bothered when you’re late or bad with time.. It’s like they’ve chosen to live their life strictly to a religion of time and expect everyone else to do the same in dictatorship. I don’t live my life by that religion and that should be acceptable”. I found that a little funny, hyperbolic yet resinates.
So this is my painting to represent it. The statue is my head, I guess, just a female, made of sand emerging from the ground and cut off as if it’s thoughts are purely time. My clock has no order, the numbers float away, turning into yellow birds. The water also represents the constant flowing where you’ll (in general) never get a grip.
It’s hand stretched with a certificate of authenticity and always sold with hooks.