Poor Lyle

Poor Lyle

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"poor lyle"

acrylic and oil on acrylic panel 
Size: 32 by 18
This piece is based off the song "Lonely Lyle" by a stoner metal/doom metal band called "Big Business"

This song has a really weird meaning to me for a number of reasons. 
I had my first seizure at their show on NYE my first year living here. This was the song that was playing. 

After the first string of seizures, I became pretty terrified to go out and exist in public. Losing control of your body will do that to you, I spent the first portion of the year tucked away in my apartment, and then the Covid lockdown was next. 

I eventually started hyping myself up that I would start doing things I loved to do again, I wanted to go back out with my friends, go to shows with no fear, and feel like I had control over the amount of pain I constantly had. 
But there was always one thing that would change my mind, and eventually my depression has slowly taken me back in. 
I started to feel like I was taking a back seat to my own life, and I really did watch time get away from me. I still feel this way today sometimes.
It's weird to feel like I'm standing outside of myself, where I see an incredibly capable person, but resorting to just holding myself back feels better. 

This also comes back to a common theme in my work of loving things that are bad for you, just simply because they feel or do something temporarily good, regardless of the actual consequences. 

The lyrics in the song referring to Lyle in the hourglass, just counting time and desperately wanting out, but feeling like the outside conditions are just not right resonate so so much with me. 
I feel like I have all this grit and all this excitement for life until the moment comes to enjoy it, and I suddenly just want to remain in my little bubble that I have grown to love. 

So my little gator is my idea of Lyle, another weird personification of me I guess. The little gumballs are the grain inside of the 'hourglass" 



Poor Lyle
He lives in an hourglass
Counting every grain he sees
Nothing but time
Always the sun
Curse of thirst felt with his teeth

But he still has his arms
He still has his legs
Nowhere to walk to
And nothing to hold

After a panic
Gathered his wits about
Putaction to plan
Confirming his survival
With rocks for his tools
And salt for his wounds
And luck to sail away

But not if it's windy
And not if it's cold
And nothing too risky
And nothing too bold

Poor Lyle
He lives in an hourglass
Counting every grain he sees
Nothing but time
Always the sun
Curse of thirst felt with his teeth

But he still has his arms
He still has his legs
With nowhere to walk to
And nothing to hold

After a panic
Gathered his wits about
Put action to plan
Confirming his survival
With rocks for his tools
And salt for his wounds
And luck to sail away

But not if it's windy
And not if it's cold
And nothing too risky
And nothing too bold

But he still has his arms
He still has his legs
With nowhere to walk to
And nothing to hold

Hopefully be delivered by winter
Hopefully be delivered by winter
Hopefully be delivered


ANY WAY THANKS FOR READING ALL OF THIS SORRY IT'S SO LONG I JUST THOUGHT YOU WOULD LIKE TO KNOW A LITTLE BEHIND MY LITTLE CRAZY PAINTING. 

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