Old thing painted in 2006.
I feel really unfortunate sometimes because I never dream. Only once in a blue moon does anything happen in my subconscious while I'm sleeping, this was one of those random moments. I had a dream about a boy monster, his heart was cut out by a witch and for whatever supernatural reason he didn't die. I think he was a young prince or something in his former life, but now he was a souless thing wandering around ripping out hearts trying to retrieve his own.
Because I rarely dream I feel my dreams are usually more vivid, not memorable because I still can only recall bits and pieces, but they feel incredibly alive compared to just clonking out into blackness for 6-8 hours. When I do dream I usually try to recreate my dream in some physical form, typically personal writing but on this occasion I decided to paint the boy, his eerie beauty was really just begging for it.