Либо приносишь пользу, либо твой путь направлен в Никуда.
События налаживаются. Но Всё никогда не бывает идеальным.
1. Мы знаем, что давали ссыль на эту галерею... но всё равно.
'Angel of Babylon'
Once upon a time, in my youth, my mother would haul me off to church. She meant well, and little did she know that some idiot had already told me that God and dinosaurs were incompatible, and velociraptors won hands down over the competition. (Maturity gave me a whole lotta other reasons, but that was the first.) In those days, to keep from perishing of boredom, I would read the only thing on hand, namely the Bible. The Book of Revelations wasn't as good as the Hobbit, but it still had dragons and angels and plagues and St. John could really rave when he got going, so I probably read the thing over a hundred times. Many years later, I was vaguely contemplating how the various women in the Bible get a dreadfully bad rap, particularly if they dared to have sex. (Mary didn't, but again...sex.)And, as I was playing around with those grafitti wings that I keep coming back to, I remembered the good 'ol Whore of Babylon, mother of prostitutes and abominations, etc, etc. Now there was a chick, even a metaphorical one, and talk about bad raps! So I set out to paint something along those lines, as sympathetically as possible, and this is what I came up with. She's not a nice woman, perhaps, but she's a powerful, sexual one, and while I couldn't make her entirely sympathetic, I could at least make her human.
Angel
So I did the first 'Angel of Babylon' piece, and sat back, and before the pixels were even dry (in a manner of speaking) I realized that I had more to say, damnit, and that I didn't quite know what I was saying. At one point I cornered my boyfriend and announced, in tones of horror, 'I think...I've realized...that I'm still pissed at Christianity.' To my mild surprise, he did not immediately fall to his knees in dismay at this pronouncement, but instead gave me his usual long suffering look and said 'Aren't we all.' Well, yeah, maybe, but arrogant as I am, I had thought that I'd managed to graduate to a sort of condescending tolerance, seperated me from the weenie 'Ooo, I'm so angry!' rebellions of youth. Sigh. But there it was, a perfectly good bit of irritation, wrapped around with elegant symbolism and just begging to be mined out for artistic purposes. Who am I to argue with the muse? The Whore of Babylon. Might as well make her an angel--Death is an angel, Azaezel, and he serves a neccessary function, right? If there wasn't death, then eternal life isn't real interesting. So why not Lust or Sin or whatever this classical lady is? She serves the same function--someone's got to be the mother of harlots so that we can have saints by comparison. It's a dirty job, and she has to do it. At the very least, she deserves a certain sympathetic handling. So I hammered out this piece in a sort of crazed three day artistic madness. Maybe it's the Angel of Babylon. Maybe I'm completely nuts and it's just a chick with grafitti wings and a serpent coming alive off the walls. I dunno. I just work here. (Pose after French vintage erotic postcard--far better stuff than modern erotica, if you ask me, because the women were lush and gorgeous and real and were not skeletons shot up with silicone.)
2. Ничего особого, просто нам это понравилось.
'Abyssal Slicer' , 'Hatchlings' и 'Myrmixicus'
Непонятное создание на первой, рождение драконят на второй и странное демонико-драконческое существо на третьей.
3. 'One year color'
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1. Мы знаем, что давали ссыль на эту галерею... но всё равно.
'Angel of Babylon'
Once upon a time, in my youth, my mother would haul me off to church. She meant well, and little did she know that some idiot had already told me that God and dinosaurs were incompatible, and velociraptors won hands down over the competition. (Maturity gave me a whole lotta other reasons, but that was the first.) In those days, to keep from perishing of boredom, I would read the only thing on hand, namely the Bible. The Book of Revelations wasn't as good as the Hobbit, but it still had dragons and angels and plagues and St. John could really rave when he got going, so I probably read the thing over a hundred times. Many years later, I was vaguely contemplating how the various women in the Bible get a dreadfully bad rap, particularly if they dared to have sex. (Mary didn't, but again...sex.)And, as I was playing around with those grafitti wings that I keep coming back to, I remembered the good 'ol Whore of Babylon, mother of prostitutes and abominations, etc, etc. Now there was a chick, even a metaphorical one, and talk about bad raps! So I set out to paint something along those lines, as sympathetically as possible, and this is what I came up with. She's not a nice woman, perhaps, but she's a powerful, sexual one, and while I couldn't make her entirely sympathetic, I could at least make her human.
Angel
So I did the first 'Angel of Babylon' piece, and sat back, and before the pixels were even dry (in a manner of speaking) I realized that I had more to say, damnit, and that I didn't quite know what I was saying. At one point I cornered my boyfriend and announced, in tones of horror, 'I think...I've realized...that I'm still pissed at Christianity.' To my mild surprise, he did not immediately fall to his knees in dismay at this pronouncement, but instead gave me his usual long suffering look and said 'Aren't we all.' Well, yeah, maybe, but arrogant as I am, I had thought that I'd managed to graduate to a sort of condescending tolerance, seperated me from the weenie 'Ooo, I'm so angry!' rebellions of youth. Sigh. But there it was, a perfectly good bit of irritation, wrapped around with elegant symbolism and just begging to be mined out for artistic purposes. Who am I to argue with the muse? The Whore of Babylon. Might as well make her an angel--Death is an angel, Azaezel, and he serves a neccessary function, right? If there wasn't death, then eternal life isn't real interesting. So why not Lust or Sin or whatever this classical lady is? She serves the same function--someone's got to be the mother of harlots so that we can have saints by comparison. It's a dirty job, and she has to do it. At the very least, she deserves a certain sympathetic handling. So I hammered out this piece in a sort of crazed three day artistic madness. Maybe it's the Angel of Babylon. Maybe I'm completely nuts and it's just a chick with grafitti wings and a serpent coming alive off the walls. I dunno. I just work here. (Pose after French vintage erotic postcard--far better stuff than modern erotica, if you ask me, because the women were lush and gorgeous and real and were not skeletons shot up with silicone.)
2. Ничего особого, просто нам это понравилось.
'Abyssal Slicer' , 'Hatchlings' и 'Myrmixicus'
Непонятное создание на первой, рождение драконят на второй и странное демонико-драконческое существо на третьей.
3. 'One year color'
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