Artwork and a quick Glance at my insane brain.

I know..I know. You might think what the hell is her problem now.
Pfft.
Well I was painting. Painting kind of helps. It is good therapy for siarai insanity. On all kinds of crazy bad levels.
I painted a bunch of artwork.
I felt like sharing my favorite two.
And then maybe one more…Just because it describes how I am feeling spectacularily well.
This first one is called Always touching.. I love it

I like the colors.
Well. I m gonna ramble for a bit..Then post two more pictures. Hopefully you shall enjoy them.
If not..*shrugs* Oh well.
I have to be in a certain mood to paint. ANd today..I am certainly in that kind of mood.
*but when you tell them my name from here to there, you seem to forget that I have a few friends.You know  those angels can not ever take my place. Dont judge me so harsh boy, you know what kind of things I am capable of..You just tell  them my name..Oh yeah, you just tell them my name. See if I care now. Run your lips now. Some day we will be there, where those wild weeds go and you play and sing..Oh gloria.. Dont judge me so harshly..You hear now. Oh boy.*

So this painting is kind of rough around the edges. Which is what I was going for. You know like fridge art work when you are five. It is the symbolization that matters to me.
The name of it is Stuck. It means many many different things.
First off the tree is stuck where it does not belong. Amongst buildings. But it survives. ANd grows and continues.
Secondly. It is kind of a reference into the past. You know..The childish side to it.
Then thirdly it is a symbolism of time. And realization.
(abstract art has different meanings for different people.) Hope you like what ever you get from it.

This one is just titled lies.
It covers it well.
It is about fallen saviors. false opportunities. Window views. And Lies.
All kinds of lies.
I was listening to tori amos when I painted it.
* oh hush you baby, lemme paint your painted lips black, and all I love is all I lack as you lie so pretty and I am stuck here holding you knowing. knowing..You never really meant anything.*
You never did. Did you?
I like this painting the most..Well besides alwaystouching. This one is called Always one more tear.

In case you were wondering I was really pissed off when I painted this.

Well I hope you like them.
And if not..well you know..Pfft.
*You can call me mad, you can tell me if you mind, you can tell me whatever, and I can fall behind. You can keep your promise, or tell another lie, But it will be a long while before you make this beast cry.*Adios..Siarai