I really hate the month of Cancer. Apologies to anyone born within this sign, but I really do hate this month. Its rainy and grey and depressing. Its one of the most negative months of the year.
This is how I feel at the moment. This painting represents the gaping, miserable hole I feel in my heart, and reminds one of a poppy, an image of death.
Eep, this is simultaneously beautiful and disturbing. The way you've scraped the paint is really effective, but part of me really, really wants the canvas to actually have a hole torn in it, revealing what's behind it (or is deep in the hole). Can anything exist in a void?