From the Wooster Collective

There is something about this. To some degree it reminds me of Arthur, you know The Tick’s sidekick. But not really. And of course there’s Where the Wild Things Are. Closer.

There’s something about the ears, the wonderful colours and the facial expression. Together they are haunting. The paint cans on the right of the picture add to whatever sense it is this bit of art is evoking. A sense of self-referentiality? The moment of the birth of awareness? The simultaneous perception, proprioception and the understanding that all of the various layers of awareness are all really awareness of the same thing? A feeling of self-creation, and being-created-by and, nevertheless, the intense feeling of unification?