At first this painting was going to be about dreams, my life in general, bipolar, depression, therapy, and my take on the world. The flying pig is trying to fit in, flying in formation with the geese and hoping he is accepted as one of the flock. Maybe they won't notice he is pink. At some point in life we all have moments when we try to fit in, mostly when we are young and trying to figure out who the heck we are. There comes a point, though, when we realize we are different and we embrace how unique we are, hopefully. That's when this piece became about therapy, and in this case group therapy. As I got further into the work I began to wonder who the therapist was and who the client was. It became apparent that they are all the therapist, and they're also all me. I guess you could say this painting is about the meeting of the minds, so to speak.
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