I'm not sure about the subject of this painting, but I think it has something to do with the lingering vision planted in my prenatal brain by the feelings I received when I first touched the umbilical cord connecting me to my best friend at the time: good ol' placenta. We were buddies back then; inseperable. Now I'm left with only a hole in my belly and a fond but fleeting memory that continues to haunt my psychic visions.