Afterwards by myself, I thought about Anais Nin, and then about relationships in general. There’s sex, and then there’s love. Every once in a while, the two mesh together. Love is a very tricky thing though. It comes in many forms.
There’s also something else. The heart is not a toy. Especially when it comes to women. If a woman loves you unconditionally, then consider that to be a gift. When a woman gives her heart, she is showing her vulnerability, her loyalty, her devotion . In cases like this, the cruelest thing to do is to break her heart. Many times heartbreak hurts more than actual physical pain.
“Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.” – Anais Nin
Not all Anais Nin quotes are this melancholy. There’s some other quotes I favor over the one posted above, but this one rang true at the particular moment.
This was something originally started in late 2016. Halfway through, some events happened that I had to put this on hold. Then in very late 2017, discovered this sketch. Finally finished it in 2018. When Valentine’s Day rolled around this year, I misplaced the original piece. It was supposed to be hand colored with watercolor paint. Despite purchasing my first Wacom in late 2017, I went ahead and digitally colored in a way that a graphic designer professor would cringe.
Anatomical heart artwork has become a tiny bit popular over the past few years. Here’s my take on it. It’s intention was for a flyer advertising a local craft fair. The craft fair and the collective was never meant to be.
The background was influenced by vintage flower patterns.
A few days ago was Maha Shivaratri, or Shivaratri. It’s annual holiday honoring the Hindu god Shiva. The “great night of Shiva” is a lunar holiday, falling on the 13th or 14th during the winter season.
After a few days past 2018’s Shivaratri, I came across old artwork from 2003. Totally forgot about this sketch. It was done while passing time at a former job. I worked at some pseudo-spiritual gift, clothing and bookstore, located in the East Village. The shop was on East 6th street. At the time East 6th street was lined with small Indian restaurants. Inside the shop I was surrounded by deity statues from various pantheons. Now that year of 2003 was particularly significant. It was right before entering my Thelemic phase, which lasted a few years.
Maha Shivatri is very important to Shivaites, or those who practice Shavism. Within Hinduism, there’s a sect devoted to Shiva and his teachings. The Shavites worship Shiva as a supreme god.
Trying to get back on track once again with these weekly sketches. As you probably already know, in the U.S. they have something called the Super Bowl. This past Sunday was Super Bowl number 52.
I’ve always thought sports and politics have a lot in common. For starters, it’s all just a bunch of bull****. Both incorporate the divide and conquer mentality. Worse of all, both athletics and politicians are way overpaid.
However. Still did my annual tradition of going over to the Gottscheer Hall for their Super Bowl festivities. An Irish expat brought me a lot of Krumbacher beer. Then witnessed a beautiful site of everyone booing the Scientology commercial. The best part – The Patriots lost.
So while my heart isn’t exactly bleeding for Tom Brady, I present you with another belated Psycho Bunny sketch of the week.