EDIT: I just wanted to thank all of you who have understood the meaning behind this piece and to clarify to all. The baby in the picture is my son, because of complications we had to face the very horrifying possibility he may have never been born and at birth required 3 full blood swap transfusions to save his life. He is a miracle and I appreciate every moment he is with me. I wanted this artwork to be understood and I am truly sorry to anyone that is hurt by this.
I wanted to create something which I hope although disturbing is also viewed with understanding. This piece is about smoking, but I hope can be viewed in a far wider context. In all things we do or believe in life there is a price to be paid, both personally and to those we spend our lives with. That price could be as simple as losing sleep through worry, or far, far worse. It is the understanding that everything we do effects ourselves and those around us that allows change. A change of perspective, of belief or in this case habit. Nothing compares to the miracle of bringing life into this world and the startling realisation of the responsibilities that is put upon your shoulders. It is a moment I will never forget and will cherish forever. It is also the moment I realised I had to do everything in my power to protect this life, to nurture him and watch him grow. That moment was very nearly taken away from me and that would have been a loss I could not dare dream to bear. This is why I created this piece, my nightmare made real allows me to understand how precious life is and I hope you can too.
Created in photoshop with a Wacom, all reference photos used belong to me and the baby is my son but is unrecognisable as him.