Here is a possible answer: People sing about what moves them. We are moved by each other. Nothing more to it, really. Love is part of the human condition.
Similarly, I paint about what moves me. And love IS something that moves me.
Is love always happy? Perhaps everyone knows that No, love is not always happy.
Love causes suffering, sometimes a lot.
Do we give up on (seeking) love?
I do not think so.
In my painting, “Bleeding Love,” I touched on the subject of love.
The word “love” is literally bleeding on the canvas, yet there is nothing disconsolate in my painting. (By the way, I preferred “amour,” the Old French version of the word “love.” It gives that "je ne sais quoi," am I right?)
My positive outlook on life (and on its challenges) reflects on my work—whatever story I capture in my paintings, most likely it will have an optimistic, cheerful feeling.
Large saturated shapes—two curved shapes, one dark green and one violet, on the lower corner of the canvas and a bright yellow-green angular shape on the opposite corner—support the word “Amour” written diagonally, in large red-orange cursive letters.
The white flower is my representation of a four-leaf clover, a leaf widely considered a symbol of good luck, and also standing for faith, hope, and love.
As for my painting’s message, take it this way: We Love. We Lose. We Learn. We Love Again.
"Bleeding Love," 2018
Acrylic on canvas
36 x 24 x 1 1/2 inches (91 x 61 x 4 cm)