The Time Eating Monster Ate My Time.

Working from my imagination, there is a sense of chaos in this image. Originally I was satisfied with three or four colours and shapes. It was spare,  constrained and elegant in its’ clean Minimalism.  I was happy to include a homage to one of Matisse’s Interior at Nice paintings.   Somehow though, it was not an honest depiction of my state of mind and the art  work transitioned from a carefully balanced picture, where a compassionate mid-day assistant-referee impartially observed multiple vulnerable individuals . Reluctant but desperate to blow the whistle and bring the clashing fantasy of dishevelled discordant chaos to an end, her normally calm  demeanour was now white with rage.  Righteously indignant, the adult carer  must find the energy to bring the lack of self control and anachy to a close.  The time eating monster is formed from differing ways of using time : baby-like,  it is only happy when it’s mouth is filled with working, traveling, caring, sleeping, or occasionally making art.  I am now old enough to draw the pension, I have jumped off the conveyor belt  of selling my time to satisfy other people but this picture is a record of how I was  feeling for some time.  A work marking time.    Who or what is consuming your time?