This painting killed me.

First off, it took me longer than anything else I have done to day and because of that I think it may be one of my favourites.
I can see every stroke, every change... I can still see what it looked like in the beginning... which is nothing like the final.

For weeks I worked on the balance and depth... I sat and stared at this one for more time than I actually worked on it.
This is my latest blood, sweat and tears effort... there were many nights of cursing and pulling out hair.
I went through many cigarettes in contemplation of where the fuck this was going.

Then all of a sudden, it snapped... the idea that is... how to complete it.
And here it is.

I submitted it for the SALA 2006 exhibition and it was the crowd favourite (by far).
On opening night before anyone else rocked up I introduced myself to Daniel, the bartender.... he said it was "hot", in a sexy kind of way.
If I could savour anything from the opening, that would be it.
Of course with all the effort, sleepless nights, tears and frustration that it took to create this piece, I don't want to let it go.

So I let my mother have it... I still get to visit.

acrylic on canvas.