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.
It is nearing Christmas and i made this little being. I think he is a fatigued angel, probably from flying around trying to answer everyone’s prayers. This is him lying down on his very own prayer table. He looks peacefully asleep and i hope this Christmas will be a good, peaceful one for you. That you will have time to take a snooze, just like a little fatigued angel.
I saw this angel of light in my mind. It lit up my space and my home. It is the Archangel Michael. Angels are blind to me. Their eyes are blinding light. They radiate God’s blinding light. They have no need to see. They feel good and evil as an undercurrent and they deal with it accordingly, according to God’s wishes. But blind angels, you do see me so clearly.
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.
I saw you as the Gods were walking. You are the God above and you sat by me and whispered encouragement in my ear. I sat drinking tea, avoiding the one event i had prepared for so long. Painting the destiny of the Gods. As you spoke, i felt transported by some destiny i didn’t know or understand.
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