So, when the pillars fell, no one rebuilt them.
And when the walls cracked, no one sealed them.
And when the children were born, no one taught them.
So, the ruins remained ruined.
And vines seeped through the cracks.
And the children never learned the truth.
"The Herder"
I'm proud of this one, being the first big drawing of a style I've begun to adopt and look forward to growing. In this, you'll see several stories and fragments of the goings on within my little skull. There are themes of herders and teachers, exploration of consciousness, funerals, overzealous desire, etc. I am working on a colored version of this that I would like to sell prints of.
While deities, philosophies, and talismans are important methods of spiritual worship, I have found over time that my main method of worship is that of infinite detail. That, no matter how far in you look, or out you stretch, there is equal amount of detail on all levels. Every single living being, human or ant or single celled organism, is at the very center.
I feel sadness when someone steps on a spider, because I know that spider was just as consciously aware of itself as I am.
This, to me, is the meaning of connection, to have empathy for even the most minute level of consciousness imaginable. I've began to see that even the tiniest detail has everything to do with the goings on on a higher level, and vise versa where that tiny detail only exist because something else is going on at a lower level to make it what it is.
Concepts like this fascinated me to no end and have allowed me some peace of mind in the franticness and infuriation that arises from me due to our culture. Don't get so caught up in it all. Take a moment to step back and laugh at yourself for taking things so seriously.
Trying out animation because I've always had weird ideas that I want put into motion, so I want to get better at it.
Getting a little better with the motion of it.