I’ll Be Right in the Next Room… Which Was Never Close Enough After a Nightmare
This abstract painting definitely came from my subconscious mind. As a kid, I lived in a very old house, (for America anyway), well over 200 years old. My mom looked up the deeds and gave up her quest after the handwriting in the town’s documents became illegible. There were many strange occurrences in the house but I will leave that for another time. It fueled my imagination. Leaving a light on in the next room always did seem to help. In this piece you are looking through the scary darkness, the horizontal drips feel like a barrier to the safety of the light beyond the shadows.