The force of Diventia & sketches! (Patreon)

Well good morning my dears! I hope you are doing well today! Up for download are a couple sketches and a digital of our dear Doc, and all their strange ways. 

 Now and again, we spot this strange figure in the shadows of my work. Sometimes as the main center piece. Others as a feeling, or back drop of more aggressive and adversarial emotions. Whatever the form they seem to arrive in, they are often the heavy reminder of an emotion not needing to be kept in check, but to be understood. 

Throughout the years, there have been the themes and motifs of shadow play and masks in my work. The joyful and saddened, the blissful and hopeless forms of many figures merely existing. As a play in all of us, they are a part of our whole. These gathering masks. Peel away the individual masks and see behind them however and you may begin to find the similarity and just how alike they are in your own eyes.  

Some nights I may meditate, for there is a great anger inside myself. A smoke without a fire that billows out. It can be a most unmoving and harmful force inside myself. In my restraint there are whispers inside the back of my mind that lash out and weigh heavily on the heart. And so I meditate to understand. I'll sit with this force and ask why we are so angry. 

And it will answer softly " Because we feel taken advantage of. We feel weak, ignored, disgraced, removed, silenced...terrified. " You see, it is not enough a motion that we inhibit our feelings or curl them away from our awareness in the shadows, but to understand and rejoin with them in new ways.

The universal truth that nothing can purely be destroyed is true. every feeling and errant thought we hold to the void, simply waits in the shadows. Gathering as masks for shadows to rise once more. The less we know of such, the more harm will come to us. The feelings and thoughts that trouble us do not go away on a whim. They rejoin with us when they finally have been accepted and embraced. 

That is the lesser spoken Universal truth. At the center of all things is the pattern of life and love. Even hate wishes to be loved. Held again, reborn anew as the next step in your life.