The Forgotten

In my post about Robert Cook, I wrote: "I know very little about art and rarely like or understand what I see. When I do come across something I like, though, the impact is immediate and I become somewhat obsessive about the piece."

Well, it happened again, some months back, when I came across a postage stamp-sized print of Mackenzie Thorpe's The Forgotten in an art pamphlet. Unfortunately, the pamphlet did not include the artist's name or the title of the piece, and googling "person sitting atop dreadlock-like spires" got me nowhere, so it took me a while to find the piece in a gallery.

In any case, the full-sized piece is awesome and bears a price tag that makes Arnon cringe.

Still, I think it has a place in our bedroom. In my mind, treading at the edge of sleep and unconsciousness is no different than treading at the edge of the abyss, and somehow this piece mirrors that sentiment.

And yet I fear it would be bad feng-shui to hang such a brooding element in a space that should be calming and light.