Day 9... the end.

This piece Titled "Nobody Weird Like Me" by graffiti artist Levi C. Which to me is obviously heavily influenced by Magrittes "The Son of Man"

I have stared at this for hours, countless hours, for several years, probably a decade or more. So the hours and minutes that I have spent with this image are immense. There is a lot that I identify with here or I believe is there. Solid lines, bleeding edges, the desire to opt out to remove the "visible invisible" so to speak. Possibly a journey to self acceptance, maybe the inevitable sensation that complete self expression brings only suffering.

I am supposed to tell you why this image defines my life right now. I can only tell you how this image has always defined my life.

With a few tweaks there is something I would like to do. Which is to have this turned in to an "art brut" styled tattoo.

Any way back to my point. (Yes, I eventually have them. No really I promise if you don't see it, have your friends read this. Then discuss and then comment. Not really a shameless plug. I know none of you are real.) The bowler and suit, at one time a sign of an accomplished man. To be dressed well and have places to go. I used to never make an attempt at getting all dressed up and I had every where to be. Now I make the attempt and no place to go. Isn't that just a wonderful reversal of fortune.

The suit and tie, with a gun to my head... although it feels like a noose over my shoulder as I stroll into work. A non corporate identity being smashed into a perfectly square box. I won't leave because I am afraid, so I can take fear but don't give me insecurity. I have more than enough of that. (as if you couldn't tell)

The apple, hinting at religion? Just a convenient use of the fruit bowl? The concept that no matter the flavor we must contend with the pit; especially since apple seeds are toxic to the human system. Not that it is so large as to kill us but it exists.  Does the old parable over shadow who we really are or what we become? I think about this often.

Black and grey with only the most outlandish red tie. Simple, forward no nonsense then the blasted vision of passion. Of love and adventure worn brightly on his chest like a badge. Telling you this is me at my core and I am still too weak to follow through.

The gun here appears to be firmly placed at his head. I have always thought and constantly correct myself that it isn't meant to destroy the apple. Not that I have anything against religion. It is more the destruction of what prevents you from facing your existence and changing it. That apple while a great advantage and protection from many things is still a hindrance.