dad and his three sons

I’ve dreamt of the location this takes place in atleast three times I can remember. It’s a hotel, I think, but it has waiting rooms with couches. The waiting rooms are decorated in what I can only describe as frutiger metro with oranges, greens and pink deco on the wall, but it’s very run down and dull looking.

There’s also a room that I dreamt of recently (Probably thanks to watching the Backrooms) that is basically similar to the Backrooms lol. Except it has a big pillar in the center that if you touch will hurt you.

Anyways, getting back to this artwork; My dreams are often something I describe as semi lucid where I am aware I’m dreaming but don’t really have control over it, so seeing Tiger is always delightful, but this stuck with me because of how jarring it was. I had stepped into this room and what I depicted here was in there, though I took liberty with the lighting and colors, it was in the same dull environment as I described above. Tiger was sitting at a long couch, with what I assume to be a clone at the furthest end of it, bleeding out and *probably* dead. The weirdest part of it all was that I could sense Tiger’s emotions, and all I can really describe what I felt, was guilt over nothing in particular, and deep thought. He also did not acknowledge me whatsoever.

Really after thinking about it I doubt the clone bleeding out represented actual death, so that’s also how it’s depicted in this artwork. I could give some artsy explanation about Tiger killing off a part of himself he hates or moving on from something, but I think it being vague adds to the emotion it invoked in me. It’s just not literal.

I am NOT fighting that