I sat in front of my easel, tapping the end of my paintbrush against my bottom lip. I was trying to paint something new for my gallery, but my brain was only filtering to beautifully restrained women or men. The sculpting of muscles that were contrasted by jute rope or by leather. I bit the end of my brush and gave into my inspiration.
I began to paint a close-up cropped image of the silhouette of a man's back, tied in red rope that contrasted with the monochromatic black and white. Something about it was profound and astounding with how it contrasted so well. Like the color of something exciting was invading his world of black and white. Like society's closed minds were being opened to something beautiful. Like he was breaking out of the mold that society placed on us, and he was finall
