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Saturday, November 15, 2008

Bled me grey

Sometimes I feel like I need a good blood-letting. Since there are no leaches handy and I'm quite fond of keeping my real blood inside my body, it's much easier to pretend via a drawing. It did help exorcise some self-conjured demons that had infected my soul. Note: Just to be clear, this is in no way meant to endorse or make light of suicide. If it gives that impression, I apologize. I am a strong believer in art as therapy.

7 comments:

Jena Isle said...

Hi Francis,

This beautifully drawn but scary. It seems real and I can't seem to imagine what the end would be.

You're so good with hands.

Susan Helene Gottfried said...

Art as therapy, music as therapy, writing as therapy... seems to be a lot of us in need of such a thing lately.

I dig this, Francis. Totally dig it.

fihanna said...

dai! facciamo all'amore as therapy!
;P
Francis, il libro si sta pubblicando!
aspetto le prime copie ;)
cheers

Francis Scudellari said...

@Jena Thanks ... it is a bit scary. As long as it's a controlled bleed, the patient should be fine :).

@Susan Yes, we are a world in need of therapy. I'm glad you dig it ... I was worried it might put some folks off.

@Hanna The problem with love as therapy is that it depends on there being another person, and they don't always cooperate :). That's awesome news about the book ... I can't wait to see it!

Anonymous said...

I'd like that on my wall.

Fiendish said...

The problem with art as therapy for me is that often - and I really do not mean to be cruel - the art is not worth sharing. Sometimes an artist in need of such therapy is not in a state to create really interesting work.

I was pleased to find that it was no so in this case. This is haunting and somehow lovely. Well done.

Francis Scudellari said...

@Cooper One day I'm going to surprise you and send you one of these so you can proudly display it :).

@Fiendish I've certainly been very guilty of creating my share of bad-art when in need of therapy. I think I've gotten much better about not making the piece about the specific issues that are bedeviling my mind. The act of creating has become the therapy, although my mood can color the output. Haunting is the exact affect I was going for, so I'm glad that's how it moved you.