A commissioned piece I have grown rather fond of... stating my opinion on life.. it's a LIE ! a big fat lie. My world seems bleak.. I'm fascinated with it.. but oh my love for colour.. my obsession for colour.. it seems I can't have it.. I can only find it in my love (the rose) and fashion (my hair). The tombstone bears the day and death of a dear friend whom I now hate, for she betrayed me on many occasions. The thorny vines encompass the tombstone, she has only been diggin her hole deeper. The gun I must use to protect myself, as people are mean and cruel, out only for money and greed. The tree is tall and strong, and stripped by winter. Like stress strips my nerves. It is my life. And i've left my statement. I'm happier in my dream world. The world where I can have as many bright colours as I want... and I don't have to fear of harming the petals of my love... And now you may notice why most of my painting don't have descriptions. ;) I hate writing them. But sometimes they are a must.