It seemed right to make a companion piece to Love. This one is disturbing, as I tried to channel the feeling of fear into my subject. Fear comes straight at you. This piece owes a nod to another painter I’ve admired, Frank Frazetta, illustrator of pulp novels and comics from the mid-twentieth century. Honestly, I don’t like to look at it very often, either. As they joke in psychoanalysis, if it's not one thing, it's your mother. Regarding the shadow, Jung said, “One does not become enlightened by imagining figures of light, but by making the darkness conscious.”