Study of Francis Bacon

A Francis Bacon painting worth its weight in stardust. A painting that can only be described as the willing torture one submits to, to feel the pleasures of the flesh. An intimate moment turned torturous, turned vile. Francis Bacon was an advocate for his abusive relationship. Quoted as saying "Even I don't like violence but I have submitted to it.". Most likely a masochistic sentiment, deeply rooted, that had been brought on by his abusive father. It is most strange how the heart becomes active in times of aching depressive bouts of pain. Letting you know of its presence when you would least like to listen to its words. Yet the beauty in this lies somewhere in the number of masterpieces that were brought on by this heinous intertwinement of "love". Did he ask himself the heavy-handed questions one must ask while being in a state of love? What is dedication? What is love? To have finally found a gay partner within times of rabid anti-homosexual feelings, only for that partner to abuse you and submit mental anguish upon your gentle neurotic heart? I see this painting and only see the black. The melting of two souls as one sucks up the life force of the other while the other screams for help, from the very partner that is killing them. Streaks of white flow down the painting which adds this ghastly aura emitted by the paint. The clever use of perspective lines makes this act of malice seem far from our reach but also right at the tips of our feet. A haunting depiction of what sex could be but never should be. The angst yearning to be let go from the heart so that it may express itself in ways beyond the basic comprehension of man.