There's always the thought in the back of my mind that I should refrain from telling people what a piece of my work actually means to me, because I really (really really REALLY) want people to apply their own emotions and perceptions to all of my work. I want them to make their own associations, rather than have mine forced upon them. Because it makes you view something differently when you know the motivation behind it. If Cecil the lion had been killed by someone in defence of their own life, it would be viewed completely differently to some rich knob wanting to bag himself a trophy at the cost of another life.
So this post is being written now with some trepidation, and I want to stress here that everyone can continue to think happy thoughts about this latest ink-work of mine. After all, riding a wandering albatross across the waves would be amazing, if it were only possible.
As it is, it's only possible in our imaginations, which is why art is so important, I guess. Anyway, I'm procrastinating.
The sole reason this piece of work ever happened is because three local blokes were recently announced missing at sea, (one since confirmed lost) and though I have no personal connection with any of them (I went to high school with one of their brothers, actually, good bloke - but that's about as personal as it gets) my heart absolutely goes out to their loved ones. Their courage through all of this has been incredible and their ongoing quest for answers and their unwavering determination to "Bring the Boys Home" is a real testament to just what these three men meant to everyone in their lives.
So here it is, one for the soul that keeps on adventuring, the wanderers that keep journeying, and the thought that though the end of a life is absolutely final for those left behind, there is a beyond, an onward, even if those we love can't walk that road with us once we're upon it, they are always in our hearts, and we are always in theirs.
PS. If you want to help "Bring The Boys Home" to their loved ones please click here.