Thank you all for being here, you are all such a comfort to me. Sometimes i look through the drawings i do with difficult emotions. It is so very hard to talk about them but good to try, some artworks can’t really be explained well in words, i guess this is why they are artworks.
This artwork was done in winter, where i usually tend to have more melancholic and deeper reflection. It is a picture of God pulling me away from Death, whom i used to be close to. At least in this incarnation. We spent a lot of time in the underworld together. The moment of separation. While i am happy to be closer to God, everyone longs for their old friends.
I never really saw ghosts, more like demons and angels and deities. And many times when i was staying on my own, i saw a hooded figure in black by my bed. Not bad, just checking on me. It didn’t feel real until they brushed by the bed. The feel of the coarse black cloth of unearthly material was what really shook me to my senses. Apparently in a near death experience, my mother saw me reach out my hand and say someone was there. It was a golden figure of light. Someone was waiting to collect me. My energy moves so fast i always feel like a pile of stardust. I didn’t realise i could be collected. Until now. But thats a story for a different day.
One of my favourite drawings, the feeling came across so nicely. It is an incomplete drawing, but i stopped drawing it the minute i saw the face of Death. The artwork is myself and Death looking at souls in the underworld. It is like an old memory of this incarnation of Death looked like. I didnt touch it anymore because i was worried if i coloured in any of the drawing the sharpness of his features and expression and mine would be lost. It is appropriately a winter drawing. A time for cultivation.
A trip into the underworld, accompanied by God in a carriage. The carriage raced in the darkness through a sea of souls, and one must have startled the carriage horse. God looked out the window and calmed the situation, and we raced on our journey.
This is my ode to climate change. It is important we talk about these things. It feels like climate change is a tornado under us. Spinning and spinning its energy, like it could be out of control soon. Part 2 of the tornado series. This is a glimpse of a partial drawing.
Hi everyone thank you for following this art page and hello to the new people following this art page. A warm welcome to you all and bear hugs and stuff. I hope you will continue to enjoy the art posts. I’m Desiree and i make the artwork on this page. I hope for all of you that your week is closing on a good note and you will have a great weekend.
This is the completed girl reaching for the tower of books. Its somewhere in the void, in the underworld. Searching for the rarest of books. She perches precariously on a slender cliff face, reaching out delicately to touch the top book. A tall leaning Pisa tower of books. Clothed in twilight, she illuminates the void, trying to see the books, and place them safely in her hand. Her mind focused on what this rare book may contain, here in the deepest of voids.