What lies within you? Does your appearance represent who you are inside or is it a mere visage for others? Not all of who I am is visible but then I am a very nervous, private person and much like all of us I like my privacy.
If you could look into your own soul and see your true self, what would it look like? A crying child? A screaming maniac? A person sitting calmly within a field of beautiful flowers?
Mine is a child sitting in a field of flowers, it’s sunny and warm, the birds are singing and it’s so very peaceful, a creek trickles along nearby, cool and refreshing in juxtaposition to the warm, blazing sun.
Was meant to do this yesterday but I forgot whoops! Silly Christmas keeping me busy and all that. The twelfth and final in my Zodiacs. Gemini. The Twin.
The Fourth of twelve. Aries. The Ram.
The first in a set of twelve I’m currently working on.
Who plays which roll when they are one in the same? When there is an even greater threat which looms on the horizon…
Sorry couldn’t help myself -_-
Inspired by the cows that have the plugs that open up to their stomachs. The food they’re fed is indigestible so from time to time the people that rear them have to reach in and pull out all the stuff that they can’t process. It’s pretty messed up to be honest. Freaks me out.
A symbiotic relationship, necessitated against their will. Natural decomposition coruppted by unnatural forces that march across the land, killing and destroying indiscriminately.
Torn asunder by conflict and battling for food these two owl’s destinies remain entwined tightly with one another, merging them into one and forcing them to remain enemies until they draw their final breath.
The bird, whose wings have been clipped, can only stare wistfully up at the blue skies and dream of the days it soared through the clouds, atop the currents, free from earthly bounds.
Cry no more, flightless bird, for we shall put you out of your misery. Death is but another form of relief from our misery. Rest now flightless bird, may your tears no longer fall…