Sleeping, cozy and warm.
There’s nothing I can do.It’s like I’m painted,in black and blood.Red dripping from my mouth creating a bloody sea.I’m just a bloody nightmare,the grim reaper of death.
Bloody butterfly are you there to kill me .I can’t see you but somehow I feel you enjoy me in your sight and as I say this final line,you’ll take your final breath.
I know it is not very optimistic this painting as message,but all feelings by last night are represented in this painting.
This is a Selfportrait collage-painting.
This painting is not for sale (yet)because is the first picture of this year...we'll see.