I cried when I watched My Octopus Teacher. Octopuses are strange, brilliant, emotional creatures.
I find them fascinating. But I also find them disgusting. Their suckers make my skin crawl—so much that I can’t eat them unless they’re shaved. I paint them anyway.
Their shapes, their movement, their otherworldly presence—something in me keeps going back to them. Maybe it’s not about beauty. Maybe it’s about awe and discomfort at the same time.
Acrylic on 300 gr cotton paper.