Thy Will Be Done

So, my scanner decided to take the easy way out, so you really can't see the glitter/sparkles from my glitter marker present in the lips, eyes, around the face, and in the black ink. Also, you really can't see the dynamism of the metallic gel pen writing/hair/whatnot. ALSO--the rainbow of colors aren't quite as vivid.

In my scraps, here's a photographed version in my scraps that shows more of that dynamism as well as the colors: [link]


I haven't done a lot of personal artwork lately, only art for school. Plus, teaching has been eating a lot of time up and I haven't gotten much sleep lately (lesson planning like crazy). So my creative drive has been itching. What it took to get me to say "fuck it" and draw for a while was something that happened earlier today, and I had to vent. It's better than breaking glass, I suppose.



The text reads:

Left: "Your psychology is wrong. Authoritarian parenting is actually harmful."

Right: "You wanna know what really makes a person weak?
Having a mother who has an inaccessible heart, and a father whose heart is hardened and only sees through the lens of logic.
I know everything is done out of love, but I have no "motherly" figure in my life.
I have tried to replace this figure with many people--each time something wrong.
It used to be people, men, I had crushes on, whom I only had crushes on because they showed concern for me--which led to an addiction to depression.
And then it's been with 2 people, both named Chris.
You have your own style of love, and it's tough and hardened to survive, but it alone has made me hardened and so on my own I've had to foster my own motherly side to care for myself--OUT OF DESPERATION and necessity.
So please understand why I get frustrated with your tough love."

Bottom: "Our Father. Who art in heaven?"


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Marker, Gel pen, Glitter Pen, and India Ink on awesome paper.