Nothing Compare 2 U

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 I am still exploring digital mixed media in the Procreate app.  I started by revisiting my old art and wanting to recreate another ‘girl’ to see how my skills of understanding human anatomy have progressed in the whimsical realm.  

I drew the face first and then did several loads of laundry.  I had no idea how to go about creating hair again.  It has been at least 6 years since I had drawn/painted any whimsical characters.  

So… I ignored the hair.

And in ignoring the hair, the music in my head started playing again… on loop.  Earworms… the term the rest of the world gives this phenomenon.  I view it as the next thing I have to get out of my head and be an expression of my soul.  My brain associated the woman sans hair with Sinéad O’Connor and immediately started singing, “It’s been seven hours and fifteen days…”

There’s quite a bit of symbolism in this piece.  The abundantly, over-exaggerated eyelashes representing the excessive eye makeup of my youth in the 80’s.  Purple tears - the rift between Prince and O’Connor.

Ah there’s more but I am bored of explanation.  I think if I have to explain why my brain did something it doesn’t allow your brain to draw its own conclusions about the piece.  Part of the beauty of art is the viewer deciding what it means to them.

Sinéad O'Connor - Nov. 28, 2025




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