I really couldn't tell you why I'm so drawn to what we usually describe as "dark art". Sure, I did have quite a lot of anxiety and stuff growing up, battling with a minor depression – but overall I'd say I'm a pretty happy person.
My paintings usually contain a subject in some sort of pain or state of despair. I wouldn't necessarily say it's a manifestation of my feelings, because nowadays I mostly feel fine. Mostly. But I've always been into darker kind of art. Ken Currie, Nicola Samori, Francis Bacon, Fransisco Goya, and so on. "Happy" art – or colorful art is just something that straight up bores me.
It never comes with the same gut-punch as when an artist is portraying something gruesome or sad. And believe me, I've tried on many occasions to broaden my perspective. Sure, I can appreciate a few artists out there that create things that are truly beautiful. Nature paintings and so on. And of course, I can admire the craft and thoughts behind paintings that aren't within the dark art genre.
At least once a week someone asks me why I'm portraying such dark subjects. And I don't really have a good answer. Truly. I just like darkness. I like muted colors and human faces and bodies in weird positions. I probably always will. It doesn't mean that I hate life or anything like that.