Ever since I was a kid I always had this..anger issue. Michael Jackson’s Thriller was the first horror type thing I consciously absorbed. I associated with the werewolf at the end so much. I was too young to know any better but as I grew the anger grew with me. I was convinced in first grade I was a werewolf. Well, not quite a wolf, but something of the nature. In my age I have learned to hide it in “passion”. Although hide might be the wrong word. Let’s use the word guise instead.
The guise has matured into a slight compulsion to conceal the anger. If you know anything about what I do, this may make more sense. Born anger is a dangerous thing. True unprovoked anger has always been an emotional obstacle. We all have emotional obstacles. I realize this. I used to feel the anger as a curse. It may be, but a curse is only as good as the cursee (yeah I made that up).
That all being typed brings me to the Misfit Bird. This is an example of the anger in a somewhat violent less form. When I feel the most frustrated I create. Most of it I will never show. It is ugly, unskilled and often times nonsensical. You know, angry.
This bird is the not too shabby embodiment of the wolf, curse, guise, anger. My brush work is fun to color in flat.