[9:09 p.m.] : [2001-05-09]
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i sat down tonight and wanted to draw, sometimes i just get these images in my head that i wish i could convert to paper, sometimes i can, most of the the time i get mad at my inability. for some time now i've just had this image of an angel, angled from behind, body slightly bent and broken, but still full of grace and beauty, wings gone, just bleeding stubs, and a few feathers in hand. i got it i don't know i think around the time i was in idaho, but i tried to draw it tonight and failed miserably, i don't know what it is about angels but i have some fasination with them, i think i draw angels more than anything else, but not the shining singing glorified angles, there is just something about such beautiful creatures dirty ...kind of like ben afflack at the end of dogma where after his killing spree he has lost his wings and at that moment where he is about to destroy the world God comes out and he starts to cry... something about angels not being perfect, still so close, so close to God, knowing so much, and they still for lack of a better phrase are only human. i think thats the beauty of the entire plan. |
