This piece is untitled because it has not yet revealed its name to me. Perhaps it never will. As I wrote the previous sentence, out the window I happened to see a black cat sneak through some bushes. That was not the cat from the painting! It is strange how subtle things like that occur -- it feels as though the painting was meant to be in the world.
It is a painting about struggle. When we are children we sometimes see the world through innocent eyes, unaware of the way things really are. As we grow older we begin to realize the battles life throws at us and what we must do to overcome them.
The landscape portion of the artwork is from a Los Angeles neighborhood a few blocks away from me . . . 44" x 40", oil paint, acrylic primer, painted wood, stuffed doll, canvas, 2015.