This is sort of a strange painting that falls somewhere between what I’m doing now and my Dazzling Dissolving paintings from a few years back (which had been inspired by my own life events and by Murasaki Shikibu’s classic story The Tale of Genji). Considering that I fell in love smack dab in the middle of working on it, completing a series based on unrequited or interrupted passions became a lot less compelling to me, my heart had been won. I realized the way the world is is the way the world has always been. It doesn’t mean that we cease caring or even expressing frustration at it all, but we can take comfort in the fact that the drama in which we are embroiled is the drama that everyone at every time has been embroiled in as it fit their times. Life will always be full of challenges of one kind or another. We can do our best, like fighters, and our spoils will be hearts that know they were always true to what mattered to them, and the adventures we have had along the way. The rest is for history to sort out.
This picture is, though, about being infatuated, be it with people, or with things, or with ideas. Originally, it had more of a heart-shaped bee creature delivering its cupid-esque sting, but I liked the bomb better as a metaphor for infatuation – it usually comes with a lit fuse that either sputters out, or is doused and extinguished when reason returns or integration occurs, or it burns its length and explodes into a million pieces.
Where the picture fits, I don’t really know, and I’m not sure the idea really panned out. These in-between works always end up being mile markers of sorts for me in that they are both a culmination of what has gone before and a portent of what is to come. Given that, they are the ones that stand out to me looking back, however out of place they may have seemed at the time.