This painting has an interesting story, because while frustratingly enough I wanted to make a study focused on an angel or important figures from history, nothing was really coming out the way that I would have liked it to come out.
So then I was thinking that instead of calling this something like "a study of an angel" or "a study of Hippocrates" so instead I wanted to call it something along the lines of "A study of frustration" and at this point just sort of let my brush and instinct do the work instead of trying to get something concise out on canvas, just went with the flow of my thoughts and feelings.
What came out was this interesting piece as a vein of thought that has been on my mind for the past almost five years that one should not necessarily be afraid to fail, but to accept one's failures because in each failure there is something relevant to be learned. That life itself is a process of not just successes, but failures too. This has been a bit of a hard lesson to swallow, it still hurts even to look back and realize just how vulnerable I really am.
Interestingly enough though that time is just as important as a teacher. That in the end, that wisdom is learned through all experiences and that in the end of things one just needs to keep moving forward.
So what could I call this piece? a study of failure? a study of time? I'm not sure, but in its own very unique way this painting does have its own interesting story to tell.
This painting was done on a 16" by 20" stretched canvas and is a very light painting, it could hang on a thumbtack if necessary.