Inspiration can come from many places: a quote, a poem, a line from a song..
Sometimes inspiration can come from a very dark place.
This piece leaves me feeling very conflicted. I like the vibrant colors. It has a sort of fun, surreal, fairy tale, Wonderland-esque feel, but my original impulse in making it is the antithesis of happiness and light.
I have a weakness for Victorian true crime and have been binge watching documentaries on Youtube. Eventually, I stumbled upon the disturbing tale of Albert Fish.
He was a product of the Victorian age of poorly run and brutal orphanages, but the most infamous of his crimes were committed a few decades into the new century.
He brutalized, murdered and ate children.
He was a monster, called the "boogeyman" by one of his almost victims yet, in person, he was very unimposing.
He was the single father to five children whom, reportedly, he took good care of and did not abuse.
Did he love them? Was he capable of love?
How could a man who could brutalize and murder also be a dedicated father?
At his trial, he was described as the "Gray Man", a man who appeared a bit of a doddering grandfatherly figure, really, the sort of man you would barely take notice of.
Perhaps that and his choice of the most helpless and innocent of victims is what makes him so disturbingly sinister.
So, how did I go from horrific child murderer to a toadstool wonderland?
Really, I am as perplexed as you are!
