Oil on canvas
16x20 inches
July 2013
I did a quick line drawing a while ago of a plain wobbly man that seemed to big for the page, like he was trapped in it. Sometimes I feel like confining art to a perfect rectangle goes against what art means to me at all. This man bent in an umcomfortably-looking way and half hiding was meant to convey the feeling of being trapped in something so square that everyone seems to like (which is why is in a golden room, not a bruised purple room).
What does it make you think of or feel?
