Love's a Mess

I've been really blue lately, no pun intended, and I just want to have fun with art again. I like struggling with things to get it right, but sometime... Fuck the damn rules! I think this looks odd and that's how things are. Bloody odd and broken and personalized. Speaking of which, I'm not in any kind of love mess or longing for some kind of perfect relationship, I'm just trying to say, simply: Love is a Mess.

You can read into it, you can tear it apart- You can do whatever the hell you want with it, but don't give it any more meaning then what it is.

I'm talking about my art in case you thought I meant something more profound.