In my second painting attempt, as I was in a most confused state of mind back then, lost, hurt and betrayed, I  was trying to understand what it really means to be an artist because I never grew up in a cultured household, in the hope it helped me make anything to feed myself, so, from what I learnt from Vincent Van Gogh, I thought that art is all about expressing pain, and therefore, I seem to have attempted to paint the root of all the miseries I’ve come to experience in my heartless life without me even noticing it, until now as I write this.
I hated it and thought that it was absolute rubbish, that’s how I always felt about my artworks anyway so when I actually like anything I produce then you know that it carries some hefty meanings behind them to me, but the person who bought it from me was so invested I could not believe it, to a point he asked me whether I would make a whole exhibition of this theme.
Can you believe it? I mean, look at the proportions—
This must be what art is really about indeed;  Mindfulness… and this is all I am asking the universe for when it comes to all of my broken, Man’Si paintings.
Just so you know how unfair it was for someone who  dreamt to be an artist but never had the opportunity to explore the realm of art due to his unculture upbringing, I did not even understand  what the
buyer was talking about.
What does ‘theme’ mean in this context?
Please note that even though I’m an atheist, and
some may relate to my story, this picture only
portrays my experience with my own family, as I was just nothing but that black little shadow at the back since I was just nine years old, what art was forced away from my hands of innocence. .
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Medium: Acrylic paint
Size: 25 cm X 25 cm