Between the Cracks
The rules all start with the politicians, then to the police- it makes you want to slip between the cracks. The guy on the right is angry about a matter his face is red, he’s important, a politician marked with a tie. He’s pointing and blaming telling us how things should be. Of course he’s doing the pointing with his golden hand, representing the corporate agenda. The power then goes to the police as they enforce those rules. The police, on the left, is marked by a blue face and does not have a tie, he too is pointing and commanding, and it all just makes you want to slip through the cracks.
Acrylic, Graphite Pencil, and Charcoal on Canvas
100 cm x 100 cm x 2 (Diptych)
Hard lines. Soft features. A sailor masculine, scribbled in pencil, wearing someone else’s eyes and lips borrowed from a a girl in a fashion magazine. This one’s about control and identity and in the human experience.
Part of my, Elegance of Dissonance collection.