Friday, March 4, 2022



A pen and ink Sprite.
I drew him sometime in the early 1990's.
This for a book of my little stories.
It was to be my first in tinted colors.
However, even then the darkness was closing in.
 So it was never published.



Now darkness falls upon the whole world.
Angels do weep.




 

2 comments:

  1. Ah yes, the early 90s, when it was still just possible to believe a new dawn might be on its way, despite all the repression that had been hammering us for a decade and more. It was still possible to publish periodicals like Kairos (I think that was its name..?), Gayme and Destroyer magazines. Then indeed darkness truly fell, and all such possibilities were altogether extinguished.

    We're playing a long historical game, we who would like to see a revival of something like classical Greece, or some other such liberation. It may perhaps eventually happen; but it seems that transforming the world so profoundly is a matter of multiple lifespans.

    Z

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  2. Till then we create what art we can where we can.
    Done in such a way that it will be understood by those who 'can' understand. These telling them they are not alone.

    Those stone carvings of boys embracing on the upper walls of cathedrals. Later there were hints in prose and poetry. The mobs were blind to them. However, these were lights to be seen in earlier times of darkness.

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