Holly Art

In an attempt to fully explore my current infatuation with Holly Willoughby, I have created the followed work of art:

The creation could be best interpreted by considering the swirling maelstrom of colour converging manically on the fresh-faced beauty.  Her pensive expression poses a question; can she feel the force of unbridled emotion that is telepathically focused upon her?  Is the adolescent infatuation directed merely at her corporeal form or does it hope to penetrate her indivisible soul?  The discordant colour-scheme seems to suggest that, ethically, the hegemony of Western civilization has rendered such musings irrelevant.  Does the vast swathe of formless colour indicate an otherwise concealed vacuum? Or is it merely a ruse on the part of the artist?

An alternative interpretation of the work is that I was titting about on my phone and thought I’d create a post based on the results, as it would be easy.

In a relativistic world, both opinions are equally valid.