It makes me think of that Jars of Clay song, "Boy on a string"...
"The marionette has your number
Pulling your arms and legs till you can't stand on your own.
Dragging your conscience on the stage and your heart gets rearranged
And you cannot tell your mentor from your Maker.
Look at the crowds bleeding with laughter
Over the way you entertain at beckon call
They don't see the lights or the painted background
They just like to see you fall
But you don't really mind
And you're just wasting time
You can't feel anything
You're a boy on a string
I feel a sadness like Gepetto, watching the life that he created run away,
Seeing the puppeteer' intrusion and holding the remains of puppets that had rotted away
One day the curtain will not open
And all the crowds will go away
Someday those strings will choke you
But until that day..."
This makes me cry. Merely because this is exactly what I see most people as. Puppets of another, and this is a gorgeous piece. The image on the shirt though isn't quite bending with the wrinkles and folds, as somebody before stated, but this is still an amazing work. More like this, that would really take off. I don't know though, whatever inspiration bitchslaps you with!
I really like the idea and the way it was painted. . .the green background is brilliant.
I do have a few gripes. . . the t-shirt design doesn't quite bend with the wrinkles, and the dark outline of the figure makes it look like he is inside of a "groove" in the wall or something.......I can't image that was what you were going for?