Art by Jonathan Reichental

Dark and Compelling's Vision: Art that Speaks to the Soul

Two sides of a chefs life, on the grind and at the peak of the grind. What it takes to hold power.

Savoury and Taste:

Hot hot, fucking backs! I got pace so keep up you twat, keep your sleeves and hat pulled down, better skin not burned, peeled out. Get the prep done don't be late, you can see him stacking plates, chopping veg and moving trash, the 3/4 jobs will break that back. Darling, mother, father, brother, family, we don't, see one another, 80 hours, work a week, drinking, parties, start to

A 1900's British police officer, the tolls of troubling times, youthful looks show an immaturity.

Pain and Posture:

Long face with swells, tells you that there's something wrong, a couple of scars below the eyes and bold wide stare goes long. Shade of black, cold as brick, laying between the bullies kicks, as he would grow, become a snitch, Youde understand what lead to this.

Crazy eyes, crazy mind, meaning of crazy, how the Batman 'Joker' is a contrast to reality.

Dark nights and rises:

Safety in my arms, youll find a place to keep you calm, I run around, call out your name, you fill me up with pits and pain. Take aim, catch flight, said before this night... you said it too! with your lips I read, I love you... but, but where are you? where did you go? were you taken? when you left me alone. You've been talking to a guy, long hair, strong jaw, six foot five

Childhood trauma. Concerned looks appear mature, Youthful smile, young clothing, smooth skin.

Boys and their toys:

Action man, peanut butter and jam, flying kicks lick Jean Claude Van Damme, building shelters, paper planes, crashing sounds, performing baby plays. Big eyes, mouth wide, sweet tooth, ice scream and beatings, scorching hot baths, tub filled half way, bubble beards, hearing "bye my dear". Abundantly clear that things were tough, toys, food, mum, lesser rules, favourite things, 3

The Heartbreak, both physical and emotional, used as a puppet, broken down and left neatly hurt.

Bows and bucks:

Its a bow buck tooth, suck life from the root, thinks that's in tune with him, its growth he needs, come alive and see scrolling eyes, rhythmic enterprise. Cant be happy without that sensationalised, disguise for happiness that is not quite there, tear page and see the under wear has lived a bit, the heart, the mind needs just a rich - ness to impress his temptress.