Introduction: The Self Disassembled

This painting’s title reads like poetry from a dystopian diary — a self both mechanical and haunted. Abstract art allows such impossible imagery to feel real. “The Wheels Hung on My Bones” is not a story, but a dissection of identity.

Fragmentation in Abstract Art

Cubism broke apart space. Abstract expressionism broke apart the self. This painting feels like a synthesis: a body fractured by function, by history, by the relentless forward pull of time.

The Psychology of Burden

From Jungian archetypes to modern trauma theory, the body carries emotion. Abstract art often allows these burdens to emerge unconsciously. Here, those burdens are visualized as wheels — external tools — now fused with internal anatomy.

The Visual Rhythm of Trauma

Perhaps there are jagged lines, interrupted flows, layered impastos. These are not just aesthetic. They simulate the experience of interrupted narrative — the way trauma disrupts time, identity, movement.

Conclusion: From Disassembly to Awareness

By visually externalizing what often remains internal, “The Wheels Hung on My Bones” acts as a witness. It tells us: you are not broken. You are aware. And through awareness, there is transformation.