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 7/8/97 |
I composed "TARGET" to answer the question: "What are you looking for in a prospective mate?" I'm still not sure that it's got everything I'm looking for, but I'm pretty sure it's got most the attributes. If it looks a little fuzzy, don't worry, I've got a copy of it in my text-based poetry. | ||
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 6/9-22/97 |
In my sketch book, this visual poem takes up 2 full pages, one with the LOVE half, the other with the CAME part of the poem. It's one poem, meant to be read from the top left, down the LOVE side, then from the top left of the CAME side. If you can't read it all, bear with me...it's gonna take quite some time to translate it to text...the alignment I have in the original isn't gonna be easy to change into tables. :P | ||
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 3/9/95 |
This drawing, which I happened to ink with some very fun and new techniques, was my response to evolution. I had a class on geology and the teacher was sure that the earth was trillions of years old, that fossils were billions of years old, and that everything had just drug itself along the long winding path of evolution. I do not concur. When you can blow up a print shop and have a fully bound, unabridged Webster's Dictionary fly out and hit me on the right temple, I'll consider evolution. Until such time, I shall refer to it in my own mind as evilution, a comedy sketch designed by people who have fish brains. (Also found in the Soul page.) | ||
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 8/29/97 |
This is an illustration of the principle taught in 1 Timothy 5:2 when the author says to treat the younger women in the church as "sisters in all purity." I've taken that as a challenge for dating. Under the advice to not be "yoked together with unbelievers" (2 Corinthians 6:14) the only women I should be dating are Christians. And when I'm dating them, as well as when I'm not, I should treat them as sisters. The emphasis placed on all purity should not be overlooked. Ephesians 5:25 says, "Husbands, love your wives, just as Christ loved the church and gave himself up for her." Dating, to some degree, is a test-run at marriage, therefor, it should be bound by the rules of marriage, this being the greatest. Christ loved the church enough to die for her, what small sacrifice is mine compared to that? To sacrifice passionate kissing, petting, or even the ancient "yawn maneuver" in a movie is nothing compared to the sacrifice He gave for us. Um...yeah, much easier said than done, I'm afraid to admit, tho. :P (Also found on the Me page.) | ||
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 Feb, 1995 |
Crucifixes are usually reverant and stale, so this one might strike your sensibilitys a bit. It's not as bad as you might think, tho. Think about it...what happened on the cross? The burdens of mankind, our trash, was placed upon his shoulders. That makes Jesus the best trash man ever. I doubt anyone else would ever even consider carrying that much weight. Whoever would would be sure to crumble under it...it required infinate strength, total purity, and absolute love. For a humbling experience, try to measure yourself by those standards. I wouldn't even make it up the hill. | ||
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 May, 1997 |
This is one in a series of sketches devoted to the pain caused by cancer. A family friend died of brain cancer, and I guess the image of his wife holding him, hoping and praying he'd stay with them, as he hoped and prayed the same...well, it just kinda stuck in my mind. Earlier sketches had an angel imposed in the background, spreading his wings protectively. But I tried to make this a more realistic sketch. She's got a cross on her shoulder, making her a medic, but still unable to help him. He's got a target tatooed into his short hair, to guide the radiation we try to use to kill his cancer...to no avail. All in all, a rather ponderously depressing sketch. | ||
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 9/8/94 |
This is an alien Cyborg, proving that his weapon is a scoch superior to foolish human body armour, and offering to prove the same to you. :P | ||
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May 1994 |
This is a sketch to remind me of one of the most vivid dreams I've ever had. It was a chase dream, one where you're running away but you don't know why. Just that you -REALLY- don't want to get caught. I was afraid, but I wanted to strike back, so as I finished climing up an elevator access ladder, I set a bomb for whatever it was that was chasing me. I gave it an timed fuse, and started my watch as I started the bomb. Then I ran through the access door, and realized where I was. I was in a hospital, and this floor was the maternity ward. There were women with babies all over, enjoying their new children, unaware that I'd just set a bomb...and I ran. I was scared, I was horrified, but I was numb...so I ran...I slid down an elevator cable to the basement, where I found my family waiting. I hurried them out of the building, and right as we got out, the bomb went off. It didn't just vaporize the maternity ward, it ejected it...the whole room came flying out the side of the building and crashed down to the ground in front of us. I was walking like a zombie, and my dad was poking through the rubble, saying "look at this" or, "wow, you can see how this works..." I was totally disgusted, but I couldn't do anything...couldn't run, couldn't help these poor people, couldn't tell my dad to stop rubbing it in... That's the dream, and it has major psychological signifigance...but that's for me to ponder and you to gossip about. :P (Also found on the Me page.) | ||
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July 1995 |
This is Gin. He's another aspect I toyed with...he'd have to be the resourceful part of me...the self-sufficient bad @$$ that doesn't need anyone's help. And, just like me, he has quite a temper, but he does have control over that temper, well, most of the time. :) I almost did my hair up like his one halloween...back when I actually -HAD- hair, that was. :P | ||
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 10/23/95 |
As long as I can remember, I've always thought it would be the coolest thing to have mind-over-matter, or telekinesis. This guy has something similar...a semi-vaporous substance that he can control, in this instance to levitate his bottle of an alien liquor. | ||
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9/21/95 |
During my Super Hero drawing phase, this is one of my favorites...he's like a cybernetic mutant super hero. I've always liked pictures of backs, probably because my own back acts up enough that it's usually at the forefront of my mind. :P I'm also rather happy with how the shading turned out on this picture. :) | ||
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11/1/95 |
Yet another masked man, this guy wouldn't be too fun to tangle with...the blades on his legs are designed both to cut w/ shin kicks and to pierce w/ knee hits. Also, between his fingers on his right hand, he has sickle shaped throwing irons, sure to sting a bit. ;P I really like the pants on this guy. :) | ||
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May 1995 |
"Go ahead, try for 'em" is the attitude this guy's projecting...my first attempt at drawing camo, and I'd have to say, it turned out rather well...I also like the crisper hair style and I thought the smoke turned out rather well. :) Wouldn't you feel a bit safer if this guy were guarding your Top Secret documents? :) | ||
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