SurrealSweets

(please be understanding this is my first time drawing textured hair so its a bit bad but i will improve with PRACTICE!!)

drawing based on video under cut

‘Wrong Century’ by Czech comic Tomáš Kučerovský … I love this one and please read the great article, Abducted by Art, from National Catholic Register explaining the “real” history and meaning behind the Rubens’ original depicted in this great piece. The article starts:

Me gusta! Simple, elegant, eloquent, and finely balanced with a little unexpected punch, just like an (admittedly minor) work of art should be.

The mirror replied "To whom?"

"The miller who made the flour for my bread," the queen would say, or "Whoever spun the thread my shawl was made of".

The second time, she says "To the King," and she is pleased to see herself once more.

The third time, she says "To the Royal Advisor," and is once more satisfied to see herself.

The fourth time, she says "To the scribe who takes the King's letters." She is shown the man's wife. And she seethes, but quiets herself, for it is only right that a man loves his wife.

The fifth time, she says "To the Court Wizard," and is shown the man's departed mother as he remembers her from his youth, radiant and smiling and warm and larger than life.

The tenth time, she says "To the Stable Master," and is shown the fastest horse in the stable, majestic and free as the wind even in captivity

"To the baker," she is shown the man's daughter, young and adorable and full of joy and laughter.

"To the artist who did my portrait," she is shown a painting of a woman done by the man's teacher, who he still looks up to now that he is well established himself.

"To the Royal Knight," she is surprised but not displeased to see the castle's entire guard force in the middle of doing drills.

The one hundredth time she asks the mirror, and it asks her "to whom?" she once again says, "To me." And she does the same the one hundred and second, and again and again and again.

Why all this silence? No one is doing anything. Israeli missiles bombed the tents of the displaced at Al-Aqsa Martyrs Hospital. The bodies of children, women and men were charred. No one was able to save them from the severity of the fire. Why all this failure, O world, where are the rulers? Where are the institutions that claim to be institutions that protect human rights? Where are we? We are going. We have never seen anything like this before. Please make our voice heard to every official, to everyone who can do nothing. O God, be with us, O God

Please, I do not want to lose any of my family, any of my friends, or my relatives. Please save us, stop all this injustice, all these massacres.

These are simple scenes from what happens every day in the north. If people do not die from the missiles, they die from hunger. There is nothing more unfair to humanity than this.

I had a really random sense of humor so don't mind lamo

click for better quality. also: hope you enjoy my headcanon design for The Addict's ex-wife