Memory in Pigment

I had reason to go through some old images, looking for some work related photo, and came across this painting that I had done some years ago. It's one those works that I can hardly remember doing. Strange really, and yet strangely appealing on account of its honesty.

There is some sadness to it as well, some wrenching thing that the world can do to a person sometimes, drawing you into some strange state or place, even temporarily, almost like an image in a mirror you might behold, in passing, in a dream.