Sharp

10 in x 10in oil on canvas. “Sharp” by Clada. I completed this from start to finish in 3 hours. The time is not so much important to this work as it's an allegory. This is about speech that stays with you throughout the years. As benign as whatever it was, there are some things that one can never shake from memory. Mine is being constantly told by many people, including my parents that I may end up alone. It is not in a sense of negativity, they mean to comment on my independence, which is ironic since they’re the ones who left me to my devices early enough. Now I must be punished for surviving by being plagued by friends and colleagues and reminded how well I do. As if that is all I need. And they'll tell me how they can't see me with a partner, but they do not know the damage that does. They do not know they are echoing my fear that may come to fruition with each passing year. The borage flowers while beautiful also skew the mandible decomposing because they believe their good intentions hide their blunt comments. While a single paper wasp reminds me of my solitude and the stinging it comes from this company. As all my vanitas series relate to how I feel and what causes me pain, my solitude is possibly the most double-edged. It's causing me pain while being the only reason I am alive. And no it is no coincidence am completing this the day after mothers Day: even my mother scorns me with a sentence she gave me. No warmth, and no nurturing, only pushing forward and remembering to be ready to say goodbye to anyone.