Trapped
No one likes to be trapped and there isn't
a worst way to be trapped then for it to be
self imposed. I didn't like the way it was
and I was unable to do anything about it.
Why? I don't know looking back it seems
my entire life had been this way. Father
dying, wife crying, children worrying. It was
all about to crumble and I could see it
coming. Anything I had to say fell upon
deaf ears. So I began to find sanctuary
within myself which made the outside
world mute. Time to take my protein
pills and put my helmet on, they're coming
to take me away and I might want to be
prepared. Painted in 1995 in the heat of
my fathers illness and newly separated
from my wife for the second time. Oil on
Canvas 18" x 24"