Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart – Self portrait series

A study of illusion and reality, parody, humour and humanity

I was deeply sad over  this self portrait as I expected more from an individual who was regarded a genius, his aura seemed normal; no spinning cogs or fits of invention. yet, I felt as if I suffered from autism, and I was compounded by a great burden, an earnest supreme unfulfilled life. There was so much more I wanted and so much I regretted.

In this portrait, I felt like a child, an inquisitive being who was dealt the hands of (God), a gift. Troubling, tiring, hurtful, misrepresented and misused, Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart’s heart was always open.

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