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 6/26/97 |
This picture represents a strugle between two aspects of myself. The jester dangling from his ears represents the silly, funny, and foolish aspect of myself. If you know me at all, you'll realize he's an oft-portrayed character. :) The big guy with the wings and long hair represents the more spiritual side of me, usually, he's wise, calm, and strong. The conflict in the image is between my desire to just let things be, to let gravity take over and drag me down, and my spiritual wisdom that knows I should fight gravity and the natural tendancy to slip. Instead, I should struggle to ascend, and being the wiser of the two, my Spirit is trying to haul the rest of me upwards, towards heaven and it's desires, and away from hell's plans for me. (Also found in the Jester page.) | ||
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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 Miscellaneous page.) | ||
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 Sept 1994 |
This is me, as an angel that's mildly peeved...it's still a defensive stance, tho...even though I get angry, I still tend to be strongest in defense. Yelling, of course, is a temptation to your enemy to bring the fight to your own ground, and, I suppose the fight is now on my turf. :( *sigh* The fight is within me, maybe it always was...now, the only problem is...who's the foe? Methinks it's me, DOH! :P (Also found on the Me page.) | ||
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 6/26/97 |
This is the spiritual aspect again, but he has no wings. This is because at the time I drew this, and in the image itself, he's confused, not his ordinary wise self. :) The question that he's pondering is the structure that his romantic life should take. At the time, I was really concerned with romantic love being balanced with my love for Jesus. In fact, I wasn't even sure if I should involve myself in romantic love at all. Knowing how single-minded I can be in love, I fear that I would put too much emphasis on a potential mate, and not enough emphasis on my relationship with God. And that's a mistake I do not want to make, ever. | ||
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 6/13/98 |
Here's a classic shot, two aspects of mine struggling against one another. A very common feeling for me, I assure you. :P Here, my physical self is trying to jump off a cliff, which one, I'm not quite sure...I've got so many of them in my life. Self destructive tendancies can get really annoying after a while, ya know? :P My spiritual side, the stronger and wiser of the two, is of course, holding him back, saving me from the abrupt stop at the bottom. :P The halberd is an old weapon...one I used to use, and it just seemed appropriate here. Note the eye in the upper right corner, and how the hair forms a tear...just a glimpse of how this struggle hurts me...and those who care about me. (Also found in the Me page.) | ||
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 9/21/97 |
Climbing...*sigh* Seems like the story of my life. :P I originally just drew my spiritual aspect climing that spire, but he didn't look right without wings, so I gave him a quasi-transparent set. I rather like how it turned out...somewhat reinforces the thoughts in the sketch... First off, I'm climbing...yet I have wings...and you're not sure if he's climbing because his semi-transparent wings won't work or if he just chose to climb, forsaking his wings. I think we all do that some times...we've been given gifts that will make our lives easier, that will ease our burdens, and we deny them, and struggle on alone, without help. Ok, I don't know that we all do that...but I do. Much to my own sorrow. | ||
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 8/12/97 |
Limbs as water... It's kinda a combination of a common phrase and a biblical truth. "Going out on a limb" is one of the most often used phrases...basicly just meaning that you're going somewhere that could get you in trouble...trusting that you won't. And in the bible, when Peter walked on water, he was only able to do it while he was looking at Jesus...when he looked down, he started to sink. That's why I'm looking up as a reach out on this increasingly small limb. Yet another instance of not using the wings I have, and I'm sure you could draw theological signifigance out of that...I'm not going to, tho. | ||
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 Sept 1994 |
This was just a study of my angel style...the wings aren't perfect, but hey, not much is. :P Kinda going with the walking on air thought...even though he's not walking, he's flying. :) The key is there...I think it's a symbol for wisdom...unlocking the truth or something...hmm...can't even understand my own symbology...maybe you can. :) Good luck. :P | ||
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