Desperately tearing at the face we dont want to exist in or been seen with, to not be visible, to destroy any trace of it or life. That noise, roaring out with the horrible realisation at what we are and have always been and will spend the rest of our lives healing. We cant name that, or give it justice with words... But this art is it.
WHIPPET ART. I just love goofy whippets!!!This one is a limited edition giclee print from an original colour pencil drawing. To order a print, or custom whippet art please click the link... https://www.etsy.com/listing/214403187/whippet-art-print-whippet-art-images?utm_source=Pinterest&utm_medium=PageTools&utm_campaign=Share
When discussing truth, we often associate the truth about ourselves, which is often unknown. We gather truth through our senses, such as sight. A man of 70 may feel as young as he did 40 years ago, mentally, but his reflection reminds him of just how old he is. This image gives the impression of someone looking down at their hands, wrinkled and withered, they are reminded of their age and the life they've lead, reminded by the truth, despite how they feel inside.