This idea came to mind a few months ago after a guy who was learning to be a journalist asked me for an interview, I eventually asked for it to be removed from everywhere. After pondering on this idea for a while I began to realise that most, if not all the people in my life don’t really or entirely know me. Some had been in my life the entire time and couldn’t even tell you my pass times, other’s I had just met and after a few meetings they still hadn’t figured out I’m an artist (which is what my life revolves around).
Imagine every second of your life is written in a book, the book grows each day and someone comes along and rips out a few paragraphs and runs off as if they’ve figured you out 100%. That’s what I’ve painted here, the person runs off and in the background flails the page into the wind as birds pick off the words and leave them scattered. No one ever truly knows you and no one ever will.
This artwork is one of my hand-stretched ones, although always sold with hooks ready to hang and a certificate of authenticity!