The body so twisted in wretchedness and pleading for an end to the pain yet defiant anger in the hands. The face, a mask controlled for the outside and the worlds universal blandness, acceptability, or is it in its innocence calling out for that very acceptance which twists the body into agony. The lack of elusive normality slipping from the clutch, falling like sand. Make me special make me different, all I see is plastic shopping malls of cloned creatures, coca cola, and cars but I want to be happy just like you. Truly remarkable and well realised, inspiring work!
I had a creative director (boss) once who felt that anything that was "beautiful, pretty"...was therefore creative, and deserving of an ad award. It's so wonderful to see his rule violated...and so beautifully. Great stuff...a wonderful portfolio...ie full of wonder!!! dick g
Thank you very much for your comment, Dick...I really appreciate it. Honestly, I think - you made my day in this way. This happens when someone touch my work without any "rules" how to see it. Big hug for that. Tia