Description
This is a painting of one of my childhood toys, I clung tightly to him for comfort following the devastating loss of our family home in a fire.
His name was Raffi, and he was a lovely giraffe. But this symbolizes a lot more for me about the strive for perfection when really, we can all be loved for who we are, despite those imperfections. As I loved this little giraffe who I carried around with me, by his neck which ultimately became broken with wires poking out – but it didn’t matter at all to me. I loved him regardless and he brought me comfort.
100 cm x 100cm – acrylic paint, acrylic ink, oil pastel on stretched canvas
