Death waits for no man

Indeed. But man can escape it non the less

Sometimes, if the will is strong enough, death will wait patiently

It waited this long it can wait alittle more

I believe so :3

awesome! love how the clothes look like smoke

Heh, thank you, took a little while X3

this is neat, and it's a much different tone and style then I'm used to seeing, but it's still real awesome :P

Thank you =^-^=

*glomps*

nice way to cheat at the smokey affects.

Cheat? What? Explain yourself! o.o

useing smudge

There is no smudge in oC >.>

then how'd you do that? <..<

Pen tool, light stroking and lots of patience >.<

This is why I'm not an artist x3

Sigh so death what do you have for me today? You do know you won't ever get me right? You have tried and tried. Ive always escaped even if i had to break out

Everyone runs out of luck eventually ;3

i never had luck to begin with. today prooves that.

*Bows politely* Hello.

Uhm...I couldn't make out anything from this, sorry o.o

Egh, I doubt I would be quite as cheerful X3 ...personally, I think death will take on a mirror of your face when it's your time

well hell-*dead*

X3

This made me want to write. This was just the first thing that came to mind.

It was less that she appeared out of the nightmare and more that the dream itself seemed to ebb around her. Her robes moved about her body like the smoky shadows of clouds on a moonlit night. Each flutter sounded like a short and ragged breath, subtly louder with each of her approaching steps. I couldn't meet her eyes, but I could feel them just the same, her dim orbs gazing without emotion or purpose. The stillness that surrounded her was true madness, for no cold, no pain, no sadness, no joy or laughter could touch her, yet she was drawn to them all without ever knowing why. It was in that last moment I understood her, cool crescents of tears gathering beneath my eyes. I fled, by god, I fled as she came closer, waking to the sound of my own scream's dieing echoes.

That's an interesting story there...I'm glad I could inspire you =^-^=

i like the irony behind "mother death" being both the beginning and end of it

She might as well be, who knows?

cool

Nett nett, mich würds glatt mal interessieren wie es aussehen würde wenn du so einen Tod heute zeichnen würdest http://www.furaffinity.net/view/415498/ =)

Naja, im Grunde genommen hab ich genau das gemacht X3 der Umhang is halt nur besserer Rauch und reflektiert kein Licht mehr

Very cool concept, and piece. I love how the smoke acts as her robe. She has an intrancing stare.

=^-^=

hello

*hhhellooo~*

Hi mom.

X3

WOW.... o.0
Love the simple but very effective effects of the vaporous cloth...........

=^-^= Had I made the background a different color I could have shown that her magic is both black and white, but it's the sort of dead white that tells you of the end of all things...

Very cool looking picture. I really love the ominous black smoke that he is emitting. So very creepy but so damn awesome at the same time. Great job again. ^_^

You can prolong your life, but it's not like you can escape your inevitable death, is it?

So it is :3

Also Death is the means to an end.

its rather dark, but very good art. i like the explaination you put as well what made you want to draw such a piece?

Just to show my idea of a new character of death, plain and simple =^-^=

ah ok =) thats good enough for me!

ah the grim reaper

[sorry for the epic textwall. i've had these ideas in my head for ages, and they just sort of all ejaculated out just now...]

dreams and nightmares are the same thing. there is no dividing line between them- its only our perceptions of them that create a disparity
two people could dream of the same thing- one would see it as a nightmare, the other would see it as an amazing dream

a Christian person will see dreams/nightmares as god/satan. just as any other religion would cause the phenomenon to be viewed differently

saying dreams and nightmares are the same thing is like saying the only colours are black and white... with this said and unlike colours; the task of categorizing dreams is near-impossible, because they are as varied and subjective as human emotion can be

rather than trying to categorize each and every facet; below i have put together a broad, overall view of dreams in order to put meaning to this random firing of synapses i experience when i sleep.

Essentially, I believe they are a personalized means of purifying the soul / consciousness by bombarding it with fears and joys.
think of it as a means to create equilibrium and subsequently; peace of mind

facing your fears in your own self-made reality is a way for you to try and understand them, though most people are so terrified, they refuse to think about it any further and try and escape. usually these people will suffer the nightmares over and over until they understand them.
(similar to the Christian idea of hell... the part of you that burns is the part of you that remembers your life)

being shown joys and pleasures is a similar process. seeing things that you desire greatly over and over again will eventually trivialize and dull their impact on you. or, the dream will cause you to aspire to physically obtain that very thing in real life and then doing that will trivialize / dull the impact of the object/thing

again, its a means of finding/creating balance in your mind

when you meet 'death', what you experience is pretty much a super-intense version of the above idea
your consciousness will drift through various astral planes and basically be taken on a tour of its own existence / fears / loves, guided by your death-self, which is an extension of your mind from a higher plane of existence (you were correct in saying that death would take on your own visage)

you will be taken on this journey until your soul is purified, and essentially your ego dies

being guided by your higher-self is possible because where that higher-self comes from (another dimension), time doesn't exist the same as it does here. everything that has been / can be / will be is all happening at once for eternity. think of it as an infinite fractal array of probability

now where this shit gets deep is here:

we all have the same higher-self.


of course this theory is full of holes.. but i feel so far this is the hypothesis which best fits with my experiences of dreams (and that of my close friends whenever i get the chance to test my theories on them)

comments?

Also, anyone feel free to PM me and I will psychoanalyze your dreams/delusions/desires ;)

Now there's a creative way to turn a comical concept into an ethical discussion o.O

While I have to admit I don't have the energy to reply properly right now, but I'll at least try to answer in short X3

In general I'll agree with your idea that dreams are part of self experience, though I'd more concept that, while nightmares are your minds way of preparing you for the unexpected and experiencing and understanding your own fears, dreams are more of a way of your mind understanding the day it has lived and learning what it is that one craves.

In those regards I guess I can agree with your idea that dreams are meant to make you aspire. owever, I have experienced that some dreams can be little glimpses and windows into future events, which has created quite a number of dejavú's on my part. This in turn would again support your idea of the omni-existance of past-present-future, although I can't quite agree with your wording there.

And as for you stating that we all have the same higher-self; if you twist the words a bit you could also say that we are all united in God (Allah, Vishnu, insert diety name here), if one were to believe so ;3

Anyway, no more pestering now, Imma get food >.<

First off, allow me to say "sweet picture".. Thats the reason I made this post in the first place... Though I forgot to mention it...
Mainly just the idea of being composed of a smoke/ether-like substance. It would be cool to see a large battle scene between two entities / armies composed of a semi-physical substance.. Maybe I will steal your idea :3

Anyway, leave to me to make a big deal of anything whenever I get the chance XD
I'm usually able to suppress my urge to rant pretentiously about metaphysical stuff, but if its late enough at night, I lose most of my self control...

Thanks for humoring me with a reply though

I think I will do myself a favor and write a proper hypothetical essay and try and explain myself better- just so its out of my head and I stop thinking about this stuff. It would need diagrams too.. Its tough to use words to describe what a an infinite array of probability-points (life events / possible events / past events) forming an ever-expanding fractal pattern containing more sub-arrays would look like...

Or maybe I should go do something useful like open Flash haha.
I believe all theoretical physics exists only to give artists something to think about while they wallow in epic procrastination...

Well, here's your diagram to get started with :b http://albereo.com/wp-content/uploa.....04/fractal.jpg

omg j33bus!

Another nice pic. I like the foggy effect.