Man at the Wall

Since I've been posting all these badly drawn doodles lately I figured it was time to start snapping pictures of some of my larger paintings. This is one of, if not -the most- favorite painting of mine that I've ever done.

I like it not only because I think it is executed fairly well and the figure has a very alive, piercing stare, but because it was one of the first times that I remember consciously deciding to really take my time, consider composition, sketch it out, etc. before committing something to paint. Normally I just dive right in or start doodling and then build off of whatever weird doodle-monster that I happen to come up with on any given day.

This image conjures up visions of the Holocaust, clinical depression, Winter, the Industrial Revolution, or all/none of the above. You decide.

The painting also used to have a different title -I am sure of it- but I just can't seem to remember what it was. Man at the Wall will have to serve serve as an acting title for now.