You've heard about what if we could rip out our spines and whip them around like a wet towel until all the kinks are out?, now what about removing the shoulder blades so a masseuse can get deep in there beneath to get all the knots out?
It's Halloween season - let's get spooky!
My strange fascination with medicine and illnesses (all of which scare me) has made me create several such artworks lately. This one was inspired of course by own backaches; being an artist sounds so exciting and active and engaged, but it's a desk job and you willingly hold still for hours; really we're modern Shaolin, doing exercises only to keep sitting still for longer periods without dire consequences (yeah yeah, get up once per hour and so forth, but I dare anyone to tell me they stick to that every single day). My back is okay again but I still painted this piece, partly as an exercise with texture.
It's acrylic and ink on A3 synthetic paper. More about the making in my art blog, https://jenniferslange.wordpress.com/?p=526
My back is bent by time,
All my affairs go awry;
Life was ready to depart. I said, 'Don't go.'
It replied, 'What else can I do, if the house is falling down?'
You tell a strong woman "step on me" as a way of indicating you want to be fucked by her. I tell a strong woman "step on me" because I have chronic back pain and am in desperate need of a massage.
Uuuugh, my back hurts, I tried painkillers and hot showers but they don't work, and I can't find the goddamn heating pad without waking everybody in the house.
Hi, my fellow mutuals, I'm currently feeling unwell because I have had, and the pain is killing me on my side. I've been constantly vomiting and feeling nauseated. So I won't be online till maybe tomorrow, idk yet but let's hope so.