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I didn't intend for this to turn into a series, but what started 6 years ago as what I thought was a kind of minor back pain turned into a diagnosis of degenerative disc disease and scoliosis.
Prior to the MRIs that diagnosed all that, I was wrestling with what I came to call my Pain Demon. He would rear his ugly head and torment me in my lower back. Sitting, standing, bending, whatever - the little SOB was there to stab me.
It got bad enough that I stepped away from my first love, photography, because I couldn't carry my backpack of lenses, toy cameras and other paraphernalia. So, I took up oil pastels as a way to hand color B&W prints, then decided to just try to paint.
This is my first painting of the Pain Demon in 2017. Mungyo Gallery oil pastels on 12x16" Arches oil paper. I always paint him as ugly, diseased, with pukey salmon flesh covered with sores.
I did this one last year, a different style. (Anyone who is familiar with Picasso can see my little tributes in this one.) But the Pain Demon is still there. I realized later that I'd drawn him only slightly differently, but the eyes and the rage are the same.
Here is the most recent. This one came after my last visit to my orthopedic, who'd done another x-ray and informed me blandly that my scoliosis had gotten worse. He got up to go write an Rx for muscle relaxers or something, and left me alone with the x-ray showing on the laptop screen. I looked at it closely and felt such betrayal, since I exercise and do yoga, all the crap they told me to do.
I felt like the Pain Demon was dominating me at that moment and it was hopeless. So this painting came from that, and in fact I call it Demon Rising. Here he is not enraged but feeling rather smug.
Thanks for looking!
Prior to the MRIs that diagnosed all that, I was wrestling with what I came to call my Pain Demon. He would rear his ugly head and torment me in my lower back. Sitting, standing, bending, whatever - the little SOB was there to stab me.
It got bad enough that I stepped away from my first love, photography, because I couldn't carry my backpack of lenses, toy cameras and other paraphernalia. So, I took up oil pastels as a way to hand color B&W prints, then decided to just try to paint.
This is my first painting of the Pain Demon in 2017. Mungyo Gallery oil pastels on 12x16" Arches oil paper. I always paint him as ugly, diseased, with pukey salmon flesh covered with sores.
I did this one last year, a different style. (Anyone who is familiar with Picasso can see my little tributes in this one.) But the Pain Demon is still there. I realized later that I'd drawn him only slightly differently, but the eyes and the rage are the same.
Here is the most recent. This one came after my last visit to my orthopedic, who'd done another x-ray and informed me blandly that my scoliosis had gotten worse. He got up to go write an Rx for muscle relaxers or something, and left me alone with the x-ray showing on the laptop screen. I looked at it closely and felt such betrayal, since I exercise and do yoga, all the crap they told me to do.
I felt like the Pain Demon was dominating me at that moment and it was hopeless. So this painting came from that, and in fact I call it Demon Rising. Here he is not enraged but feeling rather smug.
Thanks for looking!