Self Portrait At Eighty Point Five Pounds

Probably five months ago or so, I got the idea for and started this painting. I began painting it as a regular acrylic with none of the newspaper abstracted whatnot business. But it just wasn't working, so I threw the canvas in my closet, and along with other mitigating circumstances, sunk into a period of a pretty persistent artist's block. A few weeks ago, though (mid-October, so my block lasted the end of spring, the whole summer, and the beginning of fall), I began a period of boundless creativity that has supplied the four drawings and paintings that I have posted on this site this week.

Oh, so what's the painting about? I had a dream where I received a check for eight hundred and five dollars from the restaurant where I was working at the time (two weeks from the time of this writing, I'll have moved on to another one). I felt apprehensive about making so much money, and felt weird for the remainder of the day. The next morning, in my dream, I awoke extremely skinny and disfigured. One side of my rib cage was jutting out from under my skin. I went to weigh myself on a scale, and it told me I was eighty point five pounds. Then I woke up. Horrifying dream.