Celebrating “Our Beautiful Family” Print

Celebrating “Our Beautiful Family” In a world where everything have a price and love doesn't mean anythings, there isn't better representation than my painting. The measure of love, the vulnerability of love, no one is set out to do nothing for it. Only money, sex and greedy. There is no excuse when you stand front of all your weaknesses, naked, perhaps without even the skin. There, all you are, in your misery of man and in the transience of your life. You can hide yourself but you will always be behind a finger, part of you of course hidden, the smallest, the less insidious, probably the best. You too in deception, in the trap of the evil one. He whispers his lust and you can only feel the warmth of that sap burning you, it makes you palpitate, smears you, upsets you. Miserable and cowardly man unable to suffer, it breaks you, that frantic desire you need to satisfy... whatever it takes.