
A humble offering.
Category Artwork (Digital) / All
Species Pig / Swine
Size 1092 x 1268px
File Size 1.05 MB
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He is offering something to a loved one or something he believes in- but he knows it is not enough. Or:
A ceremony in memory of something lost, what might have been.
I would feed the dragon with my bones
For in that way I might be touched by fire
And give myself to beauty, strength, and flight
But dragons are not flying in my skies
But dragons have deserted all my dreams
That which I am, I am, for what it's worth
But what I am is nothing much, it seems
No dragons in my sky
And naked in the sun
the untouched bones
A ceremony in memory of something lost, what might have been.
I would feed the dragon with my bones
For in that way I might be touched by fire
And give myself to beauty, strength, and flight
But dragons are not flying in my skies
But dragons have deserted all my dreams
That which I am, I am, for what it's worth
But what I am is nothing much, it seems
No dragons in my sky
And naked in the sun
the untouched bones
I was channeling some emotions as I drew.
Here's a song I listened to a bunch while drawing this piece:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YemXB9o2FNA
Here's a song I listened to a bunch while drawing this piece:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YemXB9o2FNA
This piece also made some words swirl around in my head, although I did this quickly and on-the-fly, so it's still very rough around the edges...
The time for frolic,
the time for laughter,
the time for frivolities
is long-gone and done...
No pretty lies,
nor comforting reassurances:
All those divergent stories
have a way
of filtering down to
the simplest/most profound ones...
For I share this glass,
the truth & must of the grape,
for the things I'm allowed to know,
& for all those I never will;
& I partake of this offering
in the spirit of inevitable change,
& rock-solid realities
that have existed from the beginning,
yet in the end,
shall be be there, still.
The time for frolic,
the time for laughter,
the time for frivolities
is long-gone and done...
No pretty lies,
nor comforting reassurances:
All those divergent stories
have a way
of filtering down to
the simplest/most profound ones...
For I share this glass,
the truth & must of the grape,
for the things I'm allowed to know,
& for all those I never will;
& I partake of this offering
in the spirit of inevitable change,
& rock-solid realities
that have existed from the beginning,
yet in the end,
shall be be there, still.
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