When I create an illustration I’m generally dealing with a topic or motivating concept—often provided by the client. I have a good idea what the picture is going to look like before I start, but paintings are different; they have a way of sneaking out like sneezes or belches or—well, you get the idea.
This little painting, which I’ve never shown to anyone before, seemed to appear on my canvas from nowhere. I wasn’t thinking about balloons at the time, and the face doesn’t resemble anyone I know, but when I look at this painting I laugh. I’m not sure why. Maybe this is my smirking alter ego, filled with hot air. Does it make you laugh? Or cry? Or feel anything at all?
Should I go back to my therapist for more electric shocks?