A drawing from my current sketchbook, posted to Instagram back in February of this year.
Resistance themes sneaking into a lot of the drawings in this sketchbook, and this one in particular: the vertigo of living in the present moment, the chaotic impulse because order seems to be losing its grip.
Trying to get back to regular artwork on my Instagram feed, if this is what you like: https://www.instagram.com/hybrid.gesture/
“This is the sword of the Order. It has no patience for petty violence, no appetite for blood and flesh. The sword‘s purpose is to cut through oppression, to cleave the chains of the mind.”
We fight different demons
We carry the light differently
Different tools in our belts
“Need a steady hand on the rudder? I can do that. It’s hard to ruffle my feathers these days.”
”I can see all possible futures, in every imaginable reality, and none of them interest me very much.”
What’s this on the horizon? The ships of humans have that specifically human smell, whether they be tankers or cruise liners or cargo.
Whatever you are, you have no smell but rust and oil. Absence set your course. There is a groaning and a sort of alien purpose, but no soul to speak of.
“They told me I could come out when the sky turned red and the sun turned into the moon. Finally, I can move, I can open my eyes, and I can cross the threshold.”