Jun 20
What if I told you that there was a guy who was tormented, ginger, and who’s only claim to intimacy with humanity was that of his profession— to sew the damaged flesh of divine mechanisms back together, to recover their health, to prevent their departure sometimes hopelessly, to be coloured with the hue of others’ lifeblood?
#art#artist on tumblr#illustration#oc#painting#artwork#yes my whaling obsession has caused me to unearth long buried corpses of my past projects unfinished#I hope to develop this project over the summer and pronably over the coming years and I am very excited about it#and also because it is bouncing off of concepts that underpin SAF#I AM SO EXCITED TO SHARE MORE BUT INEED TOMAKE ART AND RESEARCH FIRST#Blood Cries the Soil#be the title yes the story of Cain and Abel yes I think about it all the time among other things#sorry for the typos it seems tnat I have failed in my efforts to communicate so abundantly that now my keyboard assumes that I wish to speak#only erroneously#ALL THE BEST#this was a fun little painting study that I embarked on to wile away the time#it’s rough but I am happy to have painted something! it’s been oh… many many months. I am rusty#so rusty#but I am also inspired!!#I FORGOT TO TWLL YOU HIS NAME#his name is Cormac#be kind to him he is a bit fed up and can’t find his glasses
