Fine art fashion
I remember from my twenties a song by George Benson called Masquerade. I related to it in a very powerful way, feeling that my life was indeed a masquarade with false fronts to prevent the world from ever knowing… and hurting… the real me.
As an artist I had to learn to let myself out, otherwise the work I created fell flat. It took guts and it hurt… hurt bad… at times. Then I learned that the things I thought I was weren’t me at all and that the real me was a guy I kind of liked.
I also learned something else. I wasn’t the only one guilty of carrying on a masquerade. In fact we would be hard pressed to find someone who isn’t.
And it is in that spirit this image was created. It is currently in the Saatchi Art collection.