This image shows five viewpoints of my outcry, intertwined in chaotic motions like a massive storm. It’s just how I feel when I am at the worst.
I’ll be honest. I am an ordinary girl that draws extraordinary dirty pictures. If you saw me you wouldn’t believe I could draw and paint such horrendous pictures.
I know because I’ve gotten that reaction from people in reality.
Since I renounced being like everyone else and take the forbidden path like old man Van Gogh had, my brain has been churning and twisting with images and texts and ideas. And I would transfer them on paper or canvas or wherever I can afford to lay it out on.
I don’t work on fixed routine. No I am not orderly. I am a mess, an aftermath of Katrina. I have no style, no direction, no MO- the only thing I follow is my insanity.
I guess that’s why I can’t work normal 9 to 5 cubicle jobs, let alone work with other normal people.
The image does a double meaning; it doesn’t just depict my occasional outbursts. It shows my current state of mind, like a category 5 storm.
I wonder there had been a Hurricane Lisa…