This painting is about a very personal issue, one that plagued my past for many years. One which, nowadays and for a long time now, I am happy to admit has been dormant, distant and turned into foreign, like it does not belong in my life anymore.

The drive behind painting Golden Puke was the need for relieve, from my own perception of life and the self destructive habits I engaged with for many years to mitigate it. I see that nowadays there is a lot of information on the topic of eating disorders, many people, mostly girls, coming out of the disease closet, mildly confessing what on the one side of the coin might be a set of shameful habits around food, but on the other, a peculiarly dreadful condition that masks unprocessed sorrows.

I personally was on the far edge of the dreadful condition, where puking was as destroying as it felt golden: it felt weirdly relieving and distant from myself. It made me feel like I travelled outside of my world, and into one where I was free from my thoughts, free from cognition. Much of my time was devoted to this addiction and Golden Puke was the way in which I attempted to represent that. A red unicorn, red as in urgent, a silent cry for help, is the main object in this composition, a golden yellow substance pouring from its mouth while it looks into the viewer with shame. Red robins surround the scene, the much hope that I craved for myself, while I deeply knew that, despite how numbing my actions felt, to me, the death of the illness I suffered from was necessary to allow the re-birth of myself, into someone free from pain, removed from the need to numb myself to avoid suffering.