Self Portrait: Falling

At first, I didn't intend on doing an unconventional self portrait. Actually, I didn't intend on doing a self portrait at all. I just threw some colors on my palate, stared a the canvas for a while, and put paint on my canvas and went with it. Eventually, I went with the dripping paint and thought about titles and thought of "Falling" and then thought about my life as of late and I suppose life in general. Life definitely has its cycles and some repeating cycles as well and the characters to the right of the painting represent a cycle. It's a cycle I feel I go through time and time again. Feeling great and diving head in, second guessing my choice and trying to stay afloat, full fledged falling and attempting to crawl my way back on up, and then the final fall to the ground. I feel like it's a sort of universal metaphor for how all of us chase things we think we want and we sometimes end up realizing we've made the wrong choice in life and eventually it comes back to bite us and, unfortunately, when we realize this, it's a little too late. And there we are: lying on the ground, about to give up, bawling and messy with upset and somehow we make it back to making new choices that cause us to relive the cycle over and over again. I know this painting seems dark but really, it has a lot more to it than that. Take a good look. Things are almost never what they seem.