I wrote yesterday and my phone died. When it was turned back on everything was gone. Maybe I should take that as a sign to save that kind of conversation for an in person one. If that ever happens. Or maybe just hold off for later...
I'm not trying to be unkind. Truly.
You speak to me in ways no one else ever has. You reach my soul without even really saying a word. I hate that you always label things as toxic. They are not like that in my mind. Especially when you make me want to be better and do better. Complicated, absolutely. Love isn't toxic. We just always seem to see things so different.
Your work is layered with emotion, symbolism, and atmosphere. The red lighting captures the tension between passion and pain. Yet, you are still holding the brush which shows you have not given up.
You realize that admiring or idealizing such a muse leads to (or can lead to) pain — yet you can’t fully detach, because that tension fuels your art.
The muse - looms large, dominating the background. Taking up the painting. It’s part of the same world as the artist, but feels beyond their control.
That’s powerful symbolism: the muse isn’t an external being but an aspect of the artists psyche — something that's both needed and feared.
Art and suffering intertwine.
Dark tones / shadows:
Symbolize confusion, depression, or the parts of the creative process that are isolating. The artist seems engulfed by these — suggesting he’s lost in the emotional weight of his inspiration.
Muted browns and grays (background and wolf):
Earthy, grounded, but heavy — perhaps representing the raw material of creativity, or the past haunting him.
The wolf’s gray tones contrast the red — instinct versus intellect, muse versus maker.
Soft purple undertones:
Sometimes associated with imagination or melancholy. It gives the piece a dreamlike but sorrowful atmosphere.
I want the sun for you. Not to be burned by it...but to bathe in and enjoy it.