Part of this painting is referencing an old illustration of Irish folks waving goodbye to loved ones leaving on the transatlantic route to New York-- Ellis Island. In this age of xenophobia and anti-immigrant rhetoric and legislation, it is ironic that those most vocal against immigration tend to be colonizing countries that have forgotten their bloody histories. How odd that white people are called 'expats' and all others immigrants. I am white but I will call myself an immigrant.
I digress, this surreal narrative causes the viewer to create their own interpretation and I wouldn't want to spoil that by sharing my own. Is the Robot there to help? What are the orbs of light? I'll let you, the viewer decide.
acrylic on canvas