All my art is on you but you still don't hear me

"All my art is on you but you still don't hear me"

This image brings to mind reference to the relationship between the creator and audience- in the acts of creating and consuming- or alternatively, of a more personal affliction of unrequited love. (That the subject of this particular piece is a male, rather than the artists apparently preferred female subject, could be quite telling). Either way, this image would have to relate to relationships of a relatively one sided- and thus somewhat unhealthy- nature.

When you pour out your soul on to someone, you give them all the colours in your heart, you're screaming for them to listen, and they still don't notice, they don't hear, that is heartbreaking.

The use of colour and line are particularly effective in this piece in conveying this feeling of struggle. The subject himself, black, white, naked, has been created with a minimalist approach. This acts as a rough outline for any audience member to be able place themselves into the shoes of this figure. Essentially, we are the unknown faces of the internet, the consumers, and in this age or creation, the millions of creators are struggling to be heard, despite their best efforts to impress and to share. The rainbow of colours streaking down the face acts like blood pouring down a canvas. It comes from the veins of creators who feel the need to be heard. And as viewers, we barely see part it.

This is a simple and effective piece.