When my dad originally introduced me to these paper paintings, he described them as an outlet when he could not think of something to put on canvas. Dad uses these paintings to express his feelings and his current emotions, on paper, he can do this in a casual manner. I have always been in awe of people who can express their thoughts or feelings using art, music, or words. This painting in particular would be something that I would paint to express my feelings more than I am comfortable admitting.

I imagine the man in this painting to be a confident man only moments before this picture was captured. Confidence is built on a foundation of past successes and trust in your ability to continue your success. However, sometimes this confidence can be shaken or even vanish, the foundation falling away leaving the individual feeling naked and afraid. The man has lost the ground he was standing on and is now grasping for air, anything to keep him afloat.

This painting does not show what led this man to his demise, but offers us clues into the path that he took. There seem to be black scratches all along the man’s arm. The man has gone down a path that has left him scars across his arms, but based on the amount of scratches, he seems to have ignored the pain or ignored the ability to change paths. If he is anything like me, I assume the man blamed the world for these scratches, not beleiveing that he couldve made a mistkae in his direction in life. The “confident” man does not admit wrongdoing or failure, he has constructed a world where he is all knowing and the world was created for his success. Maybe I’m dramatic, probably am.

When you look at the man, you feel a sort of sympathy for where he has placed himself. His face is a look of innocent shock, mouth agape, eyes bulging and raised eyebrows. The man has become a boy again, unsure of what will happen next. The blue shirt helps us sympathize with the character, but also makes the man appear young and innocent.

One thing in this painting that I am completely unsure of are the black dots. They seem to originate from the left side of the man’s face, as if to show the abyss he is slowly falling into. The black dots in the white space are the beginnings of the darkness that will soon surround the man.

“If time frightens us, this is because it works out the problem and the solution comes afterwards.”

So the man is wearing a watch with a t-shirt, so either he is trying to look good or he really cares about time. Trying to figure out why my dad put that watch in the painting has taken me some time. With movies, books or paintings, I’ve always been curious whether the artist/author/movie director does every little thing for a “symbol” or some things are just done because, why not? In this instance, i have decided that my dad placed the watch in there for a reason.

The watch and falling at the same time makes me immediately think “your time is up”.

The falling coinciding with the watch signifies to me that time is up, that the man has lost his chance for life as he knows it, as he is heading to his demise. He can’t save himself, he was given warnings, and he ignored them. We cannot see where he is falling, nothing but a white abyss of nothingness. But nothingness may be a worse punishment than hell for this man. Because when he is by himself, alone, he has to face himself. He realizes that he is his own problem, the world has its own problems sure, but he was the one that led himself to his own demise.

So now what? Is the man in our painting’s life over? The painting does not show anything for the man to grab, no way to get back up to reality or life. But I guess we could suppose there are a couple alternatives. The color of the shirt for the man is blue, a calming and peaceful color. Imagine if the shirt color had been red, the character would be harder to be sympathetic to. The character’s facial expression shows a shock towards his current fate. His mouth is agape and his eyes are bulging with raised eyebrows. The face is gentle and innocent, as if the man has become clueless.

“Only it takes time to be happy. A lot of time. Happiness, too, is a long patience.”

Carter Atchison