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The Vicious Irony Of Symbiotic Vicissitude

I wanted a pretentious title for the uppity , snobbish museum crowd. I realized later that this was a painting, and an issue that would probably never be presented to them.
It was started on an evening full of grudges and harsh words between my girl and I. All the symbolism in this one is crystal clear and literal.
He's pissing fire mad, she's cold as ice. They're stuck together by the torso they share. They are only in agreement on one thing... the balloon at the top, which is an eye. Or more appropriately, I. They are both thinking only of themselves.