I dreamed this up a long time ago. I wasn’t happy with my initial design and forgot about it like many, many others. I generally make about 1 out of every 5 things I design. When the doldrums strike and I can’t think of anything, I go back through all of my rejects. I’m not sure what didn’t pass the muster initially with this dreamed still-life heartbreak. I may have been too focused on the color red. That happens. I have a feeling and it needs to be represented in exactly the way that I need it to be, instead of the way that it lends itself. I’m such a dork about symbolism that I sometimes let it get in the way. For this, I’m sure it was the color red. I needed it to be there. I needed someone to be guilty when in fact, no one was. Thank you, time, for letting me kick my symbolical crows. Instead of this being lumped in my group of misdeeds, it will now be slotted in the genre of my “passage of time” pieces.
I love passage of time symbolism…