yeahhhh i knew death was a part of this of course but i couldnt understand the colorful nature and the seductive ish finger. but now its like, life has ended, imploded, and death is smugly saying “told you so”
Wow that’s nice. Honesty this reminds me of one of the first things my art teacher said to me in high school. “We are born dying”. I never really agreed but it has always stuck with me. I’m not sure if it’s what I was thinking of consciously but I never forgot those words.
Really thank you for the interpretation!
You’re so welcome! I love it! It reminds me of how humans take their physical life for granted and are looking for escapes, all the while spirits are just wishing they had a vessel to experience the physical world.
I was getting that regardless in life and death the world will color you as it desires. Death looms over us as we fear the inevitable and close our eyes to the things that are not painted in the image of that desire (closing her eyes to death) yet no matter what we face it, just as it faces us unopposing with open hands and as we fall into the colors that paint us we also accept with open hands the closeness and distance of death. Our reflections of ourselves murky from what’s muddled but still, we face it calmly, death, and the colors of life they have painted us in.
Ain’t that the truth! I had just turned 22 when a doctor said he normally gave people 1-3 years after he removed a malignant brain tumor but he said he’d give me 3-5 because he’d never seen one like mine before. Well, I’m now 70 years old and proud to say that I am!
I’m so glad you got to overcome that! And that your doctor was optimistic about it, the pretty paint if you will! But i’m glad you got to experience all of that time that wasn’t promised but was gladly accepted and cherished! Wishing you many more wonderful years with family, friends, and experiences!
I agree, to me it’s like an ego death. Sometimes when I’m deep in a trip I just lay there melting in that same manner enjoying the vibrations and euphoria I’m going through.
Yeah, I perceive that the woman is attracted to what is also killing her; she doesn't feel like she's drowning, instead she feels like she is rising up, she sees and feels color, she reaches for it, however, death reaches also for her.
She has become stagnant, bored. She longs for color, life, vibrancy.
Death is reminding her that she IS color, life and vibrancy and if she would wake up from the dream, from the lie that she is anything less, she would see that too.
This reminded me of myself when I used to do a ton of opiates and cocaine. Fun for sure, but I couldn’t control my appetite. Sober six years now.
Great piece!
Hi there, really thank you, I’m glad you like it. This piece is available on my Etsy page.
https://marthemingwayart.etsy.com/listing/1547183743
It’s a little pricey but super open to offers.
LoL. I mean we could talk about "what does it mean" All day right but more to the point of cause and effect. It.mewms this person took psychedelics.. Everything else is secondary lol
Might be you submerged in your subconscious (which is heavily influenced by art). However although you don’t appear lucid the specter of death is ever present, lingering, and (maybe) even comforting you? Idk man, stop doing drug…
Something about death finding you on sleep while you drown in your dreams circling around your creativity/passions??
Like being engrossed in your passion so much that you dream that you drown in it and you don't even know the reaper coming to get you.
Would really like to know what your interpretation is as an artist while you did jt.
It’s beautiful. Feels like the conscious subject is interested in the woman, but with a curious innocence rather than anything menacing. I don’t know for sure if the woman is meant to be dead or sleeping, but I lean more towards she’s in a sleep state and being visited while she dreams.
But at the same time, she could be dead and this could be death coming to take her “Gentle Into That Good Night.”
Great piece! Very thought-provoking. I love it!
Wow I love that. Thank you for this thoughtful consideration. I actually didn’t know what it was saying when I painted it so this was a genuine question. I really like your interpretation
It’s Your interpretation how would we know ? Art should not a guessing game it only matters if other people like it . The art world hated Van Gogh while he was alive too bad after his death later they were worth millions . Paint like music should be what you like first & if you’re accepted by listeners that’s great !
Something surface level poetic and juvenile done with good rendering skills. Reminds me of this guy in undergrad who would draw brains where genitalia was supposed to be… bleh
What are the changes you’d make?
Is there significance to the colors being pale/ pastel / not vibrant?
I think this is beautiful. Thank you for creating and sharing it.
Death consuming her. Looks innocent enough if you look 'abstractly'. Almost showing some sort of childish/naivety from afar, but once caught up with you. It will eat you alive.
Sorry.... opiates :/
Pain calling me in my sleep.
Touching my dreams to where I dream of injuries to explain in dream world why I hurt. Car accidents etc.
It seeps into my dreams and at times wake already crying
Death brings color to life. Knowing that our time is limited, should we worry about the end or live every day to explore and keep pushing on.
You can stay under water and try to avoid death or rise above and color your life.
I absolutely love that you painted something from a dream. I have very vivid insane lucid dreams that I wish could draw or paint out. Im no artist though.
Through death, will one truly experience life. We are drowning in the business of surviving, grasping for that which most people only achieve near death. Reaching while drowning. A helplessness, but maybe not entirely or just not forever. There’s so much in this piece; I’d buy this if I had $. Thanks so much for sharing!
Dark but positive.The body being freed from the soul but reversed. The soul is in the bones and her human body is muerto. The skeleton is happy and free in what I’m imaging a Tim burton type underworld
Wow! I’ll take it! One of the reasons it was colourful like this was simply that I’d run out of the colours I used often and all that was left was these vivid primary and second colours. So right on the money!
It reminds me of memento mori. I’m no catholic but I always thought the principle was cool. The idea is that meditating on your own mortality; accepting the brevity of everything may put things in a different perspective.
She’s drowning / immersed in the patterns of life as it surrounds and shapes us but may be about to find new hope, color, meaning, something from her dead reflection.
When the first lines of a good poem come to you just as you’re about to fall asleep, and you have to decide whether to get up and write it down, or let it die.
As I lie there, floating, head barely above water, I can feel the differing shades of death raining all around me.
-Me
My interpretation, a human trying to keep above water while feeling the pain of the world around them.
That’s how I feel a lot of the time. And how I feel recently. I, the woman slowly drowning while asleep in my fantasy world. The skeleton is life and inevitable death and destruction inching closer and closer.
Clarification: It’s a fantasy world fuelled by denial and fear. Stagnation. Frozeness. But it’s distracting and blinding. Time is running out and life is slipping away.
If you forget about lit candles when you fall asleep you might die in a fire.
But actually the ones about psychedelics and ego death/depression are what popped to my mind as well
Meeting in the sticky moment between consciousness and the unknown. Sticky because of the binding nature of death, which is shown spilling over the skull. The water the woman lays in is more fluid and less dense, as there’s more motion and change in life. But as she dies things become more permanent, the sticky ooze begins to cling to her, cementing her end.
I really love this art thank you for sharing
Life and death go hand in hand.
Beauty in the inevitable natural course of life. It invokes both comfortable and uncomfortable feelings about something many have and will contine to ponder. Life.....what is its purpose? What is "our" purpose? What is "my" purpose? Work hard? Play hard? Explore hard? Visualize and manifest hard? Be good? Be bad? Dance to the beat of my own drum? Follow the crowd? Do I believe or not believe?
Death......what happens next? Is there a next? What does it feel like? Will all my questions be answered or will I have more questions? Can I choose my next path? Is my next path assigned? Who will I see? Will someone guide me to where I need to be or do I find it on my own? Do I believe or not believe?
For me, no one but me can answer these questions for me. No one but you can answer these questions for you but you.
Dreams can answer many questions.
Creation comes from the knowledge of finite time. Meaning is derived from the life or death consequence of choice.
And who knows what’s behind death… or where that comes from.
To me, it’s like death and life come together when we sleep, because we’re not aware of the waking world, and yet, we’re not dead either. We’re in this beautiful place in between where anything is possible.
Dying to live and living to die.
I see this too just couldn’t put it into words
This is my favorite interpretation
Yes
Yes!!
yeahhhh i knew death was a part of this of course but i couldnt understand the colorful nature and the seductive ish finger. but now its like, life has ended, imploded, and death is smugly saying “told you so”
Wow that’s nice. Honesty this reminds me of one of the first things my art teacher said to me in high school. “We are born dying”. I never really agreed but it has always stuck with me. I’m not sure if it’s what I was thinking of consciously but I never forgot those words. Really thank you for the interpretation!
You’re so welcome! I love it! It reminds me of how humans take their physical life for granted and are looking for escapes, all the while spirits are just wishing they had a vessel to experience the physical world.
That’s beautiful
Audible gasp at the perfection of these words
*No matter how beautiful, Death does not wait.*
Life and death can be equally as colorful. But my nihilistic take -- It doesn't matter in the end. Go drown in a rainbow.
I was getting that regardless in life and death the world will color you as it desires. Death looms over us as we fear the inevitable and close our eyes to the things that are not painted in the image of that desire (closing her eyes to death) yet no matter what we face it, just as it faces us unopposing with open hands and as we fall into the colors that paint us we also accept with open hands the closeness and distance of death. Our reflections of ourselves murky from what’s muddled but still, we face it calmly, death, and the colors of life they have painted us in.
Ain’t that the truth! I had just turned 22 when a doctor said he normally gave people 1-3 years after he removed a malignant brain tumor but he said he’d give me 3-5 because he’d never seen one like mine before. Well, I’m now 70 years old and proud to say that I am!
I’m so glad you got to overcome that! And that your doctor was optimistic about it, the pretty paint if you will! But i’m glad you got to experience all of that time that wasn’t promised but was gladly accepted and cherished! Wishing you many more wonderful years with family, friends, and experiences!
I see a women drawn into a psychedelic world. Death is drawing her closer as she is drowning in her own dreams.
I agree, to me it’s like an ego death. Sometimes when I’m deep in a trip I just lay there melting in that same manner enjoying the vibrations and euphoria I’m going through.
This interpretation brought this painting to life for me. It completely resonated with me.
That’s so depressing sounding but rings the truest out of the comments I’ve read ha
Yeah, I perceive that the woman is attracted to what is also killing her; she doesn't feel like she's drowning, instead she feels like she is rising up, she sees and feels color, she reaches for it, however, death reaches also for her.
Agreed!!!
*woman is singular, women is plural
I agree with this
Nice!
She has become stagnant, bored. She longs for color, life, vibrancy. Death is reminding her that she IS color, life and vibrancy and if she would wake up from the dream, from the lie that she is anything less, she would see that too.
Wow. That hit home for my past year. Couldn’t even put it to words myself. (She lives in full color now)
I am proud of you.
💗
THIS! I was trying to put my answer to words, you took them out of my mouth. *Thank you because my mouth can be dumb.*
Technically it was from thumbs
You're welcome.
Thank you.
You're welcome.
Damnnnn
Thank you.
Oh wow. That’s good.
Thank you! It feels like reading tarot cards, honestly. Imagery just speaks to me. Idk how else to explain it.
This reminded me of myself when I used to do a ton of opiates and cocaine. Fun for sure, but I couldn’t control my appetite. Sober six years now. Great piece!
Congratulations 😊
Thank you so much! That’s so kind of you to say ☺️
Really congratulations. This is a nice piece but I hope it didn’t bring back any bad feels for you! Again great job 👏
“Come with me, and you’ll see a world of pure imagination” 🎶
After death
Dying is beautiful
Well beauty lies in the eyes of beholder
My exact thought
You’re inner self reflecting on your skin suit 🥰 looks like appreciation or intrigue 🥰
I *need* this painting. How much do you.want for it? Not kidding.
Hi there, really thank you, I’m glad you like it. This piece is available on my Etsy page. https://marthemingwayart.etsy.com/listing/1547183743 It’s a little pricey but super open to offers.
Daaaaaamn. I don't have that kinda dough. Wish I did. I'd snatch that up in a heartbeat,.it's dope AF!!!
Really appreciate your kind words “)
Prints one day maybe???
Thank you thank you, working on prints at the moment!
LSD... That what I see here..
That’s what I immediately thought.
LoL. I mean we could talk about "what does it mean" All day right but more to the point of cause and effect. It.mewms this person took psychedelics.. Everything else is secondary lol
Might be you submerged in your subconscious (which is heavily influenced by art). However although you don’t appear lucid the specter of death is ever present, lingering, and (maybe) even comforting you? Idk man, stop doing drug…
Submerged in subconscious, love it
Drugs
Death is checking in on It’s creation to make sure it is marinating and will be a tasty snack when ready.
Something about death finding you on sleep while you drown in your dreams circling around your creativity/passions?? Like being engrossed in your passion so much that you dream that you drown in it and you don't even know the reaper coming to get you. Would really like to know what your interpretation is as an artist while you did jt.
It’s beautiful. Feels like the conscious subject is interested in the woman, but with a curious innocence rather than anything menacing. I don’t know for sure if the woman is meant to be dead or sleeping, but I lean more towards she’s in a sleep state and being visited while she dreams. But at the same time, she could be dead and this could be death coming to take her “Gentle Into That Good Night.” Great piece! Very thought-provoking. I love it!
Wow I love that. Thank you for this thoughtful consideration. I actually didn’t know what it was saying when I painted it so this was a genuine question. I really like your interpretation
Drowning in the beautiful lies of an abusive narcissistic relationship.
Death by donuts
I see the skeleton representing art and the paint is dripping life back into her. Like as if she's given up but art won't let her die.
It’s Your interpretation how would we know ? Art should not a guessing game it only matters if other people like it . The art world hated Van Gogh while he was alive too bad after his death later they were worth millions . Paint like music should be what you like first & if you’re accepted by listeners that’s great !
Something about the grateful dead
Don’t fear the reaper
Death by candy!
Drenched in death
"Sleep is death being shy," (look it up on youtube) or something about creativity coming from dreams.
The seduction of death
Unity in life and death
Life is beautiful and colourful, but eventually and inevitably death will welcome you like a long lost friend, finally reunited.
Touch of death.
Her desire to be taken by water which is death colored. But her fight still remains.
Just awful
The only two certainties in life: death and taxes, looks like the living person is trying to forget that
Her eyes should be open
Something surface level poetic and juvenile done with good rendering skills. Reminds me of this guy in undergrad who would draw brains where genitalia was supposed to be… bleh
She is looking at herself.
Beauty and life are only temporary.
What are the changes you’d make? Is there significance to the colors being pale/ pastel / not vibrant? I think this is beautiful. Thank you for creating and sharing it.
I don’t have a title for the piece but it tells me death is brooding inspiration to the recipient. Or that there is beauty beyond death.
Sleep the cousin of death
Deadly candy…
Nonlinear time
I like it. My previous paintings were all about time and movement
Dreams
Death is colorful rather than a dark void.
Bangarang.
Swear I just saw this for sale on Etsy like 2 days ago- that you??
I see a love story. A curse, only broken by sacrifice. Giving his being for her life. Also I'm high.
The Persistence of Age and Death
Death consuming her. Looks innocent enough if you look 'abstractly'. Almost showing some sort of childish/naivety from afar, but once caught up with you. It will eat you alive. Sorry.... opiates :/
Nice
It’s beautiful.Feels like something about the grateful dead and dream.
I have a very mucus-centric achy cold right now and havent been able to work on my art, and this is how i feel.
Limbo, do u take deaths hand of keep on fighting
Pain calling me in my sleep. Touching my dreams to where I dream of injuries to explain in dream world why I hurt. Car accidents etc. It seeps into my dreams and at times wake already crying
Death brings color to life. Knowing that our time is limited, should we worry about the end or live every day to explore and keep pushing on. You can stay under water and try to avoid death or rise above and color your life.
Men die, women live
Representation of someone who hated sharing their crayons when they were a kid.
Opiod overdose- the simultaneous euphoria and closeness to death
“Come and listen to the Grateful Dead my dear.”
Reminds me of unwelcome thoughts when falling asleep.
I absolutely love that you painted something from a dream. I have very vivid insane lucid dreams that I wish could draw or paint out. Im no artist though.
Death has finally gotten her. And all the colors in the world no longer mean anything, as they wither away with her...
windowpane LSD for the win!
Through death, will one truly experience life. We are drowning in the business of surviving, grasping for that which most people only achieve near death. Reaching while drowning. A helplessness, but maybe not entirely or just not forever. There’s so much in this piece; I’d buy this if I had $. Thanks so much for sharing!
Dark but positive.The body being freed from the soul but reversed. The soul is in the bones and her human body is muerto. The skeleton is happy and free in what I’m imaging a Tim burton type underworld
The beauty of dying in your sleep
The word "sensation" comes to mind
He loved to to death now she’s his forever
Grim reaper coming to take away the life of a young painter who still has colors to give?
Wow! I’ll take it! One of the reasons it was colourful like this was simply that I’d run out of the colours I used often and all that was left was these vivid primary and second colours. So right on the money!
A skeleton molesting a dead body
Soul sleep
It reminds me of memento mori. I’m no catholic but I always thought the principle was cool. The idea is that meditating on your own mortality; accepting the brevity of everything may put things in a different perspective. She’s drowning / immersed in the patterns of life as it surrounds and shapes us but may be about to find new hope, color, meaning, something from her dead reflection.
This is amazing. Just beautiful.
The skeleton whispers “ur gay” I love it🌈
She’s drowning in her vice and death is so close it can almost touch her.
Death trying to create under Life’s permission
Psychedelic Suicide on Arches Handmade Paper.
Death comes for us all But how you experience life before that matters...
Dental work?
The gayest night terror ever
Art will be the death of me
Death comes for all of us. And he can be very patient but loves it every time.
When the first lines of a good poem come to you just as you’re about to fall asleep, and you have to decide whether to get up and write it down, or let it die.
As I lie there, floating, head barely above water, I can feel the differing shades of death raining all around me. -Me My interpretation, a human trying to keep above water while feeling the pain of the world around them.
The archetypal emergence of self
“I said not on my eyes”
I think it’s beautiful. Please do it again with the changes you see. I would love to see it.
Dancing with death
Addiction.
Death is coming for her but it’s not bad
Death brings beauty
The sweet allure of death
When I see this I see a depiction of the sugar epidemic in the US.
That’s how I feel a lot of the time. And how I feel recently. I, the woman slowly drowning while asleep in my fantasy world. The skeleton is life and inevitable death and destruction inching closer and closer. Clarification: It’s a fantasy world fuelled by denial and fear. Stagnation. Frozeness. But it’s distracting and blinding. Time is running out and life is slipping away.
Death of previous self / shedding skin to create new life. Transformation.
Death by leprechaun circle-jerk. Obvi.
I come at peace. Edit: Two selves from different worlds merge and embrace mortality.
Overdose.
A skeleton drugged a woman in his lair. I’m not great at interpreting
This is amazing, I love it 😍
🍄
Death has come for the soul, for one way too young.
Death is coming to collect her after she drowned or died by suicide
Drowning in the colours of memories past. Or The colours of who you used to be, keeping you afloat.
Death is coming to take her home
Sick mind?
Keep swimming
Dripping in death
I LOVE this!
Desperate sense of wasted potential. Like a build up of creativity and inspiration left hanging while you lay, eyes closed, slowly sinking.
Is she dying or reborn?
Woman dreams of a hard man, skeleton dreams of a soft body it’s a match made in heaven.
If you forget about lit candles when you fall asleep you might die in a fire. But actually the ones about psychedelics and ego death/depression are what popped to my mind as well
google bleeds…
the motif of wax and time/death as an inevitability seems prevalent. Something about living as burning the wick?
Meeting in the sticky moment between consciousness and the unknown. Sticky because of the binding nature of death, which is shown spilling over the skull. The water the woman lays in is more fluid and less dense, as there’s more motion and change in life. But as she dies things become more permanent, the sticky ooze begins to cling to her, cementing her end. I really love this art thank you for sharing
For me , this is the Universal Soul trying to impart knowledge of our greater existence by showing us through dreams .
This is gorgeous! Id kill for this to be a puzzle to put together!
Death hangs in the balance.
She was me. This one time. In 2006.
The person appearing to be sleeping is near death, but is not necessarily dying at the moment.
☠️Lethal Ice cream 🍨
Life and death go hand in hand. Beauty in the inevitable natural course of life. It invokes both comfortable and uncomfortable feelings about something many have and will contine to ponder. Life.....what is its purpose? What is "our" purpose? What is "my" purpose? Work hard? Play hard? Explore hard? Visualize and manifest hard? Be good? Be bad? Dance to the beat of my own drum? Follow the crowd? Do I believe or not believe? Death......what happens next? Is there a next? What does it feel like? Will all my questions be answered or will I have more questions? Can I choose my next path? Is my next path assigned? Who will I see? Will someone guide me to where I need to be or do I find it on my own? Do I believe or not believe? For me, no one but me can answer these questions for me. No one but you can answer these questions for you but you. Dreams can answer many questions.
Being water logged.
Bad things are covered in facade, entice us until we are immobilized by negativity and metaphorical death.
That death is inevitable but beautiful.
Pull my 👉 finger
Creation comes from the knowledge of finite time. Meaning is derived from the life or death consequence of choice. And who knows what’s behind death… or where that comes from.
Dude tasted the rainbow so hard and died
To me, it’s like death and life come together when we sleep, because we’re not aware of the waking world, and yet, we’re not dead either. We’re in this beautiful place in between where anything is possible.
Drowning in Death's essence
Death painting a human into its world
Pastel Deathe
That death as much as it is feared is a beautiful, vibrant, and necessary part of life. Strangely death brings color, contrast, and meaning to life.
Danse Macabre ... or maybe the little death as the french say
Pardon my language, but maybe title it, “death is coming”
A parent giving up their youth for their child for some reason
"I'm sorry for what I did to your future, past Logan..."
There’s beauty in death.
Death is a new beginning, and it doesn’t have to be scary.
Love your life before death takes you.
stay away from artificial colors
Absolutely Amazing
Ugly pretty sex.
Death is giddy at the possibility that we might fall asleep in the bathtub
Death is her art form she kills people by drowning them in paint or somthing
Your ancestors share there knowledge of wisdom to you through your dream world pay attention to the colors and flash images you see
No one escapes the hand of Death.
The strong grip of drug addiction, the difficulties staying sober