My Art: Untitled

I’ve painted over this canvas a good few times now. It started off as a bright and colourful kitschy painting but I’m never really satisfied with my art so I kept returning to it periodically and covering over whatever was currently there with something new. I was looking at it last week as I pondered what to do with it next and realised that there isn’t anyone who cares whether I destroy or deface my own art, and that’s kind of a weird feeling. In one way, it’s sad that these little pieces of my mind hang around my house and no one ever really takes any notice of them. Yet in some way, it’s also liberating because I don’t have to explain my actions and no-one is disappointed.

I wish I could peel back these layers and return to the hopefulness I felt when I first bought this silly heart-shaped canvas. Maybe one day, with enough layers, it will be happy again.