Ayoye! This one is really violent and deviant! I think that this is the most violent drawing I've ever made. Dark humour for darker days...
I am very sad of what is happening in the world today...
It is really strange : the United States'Democracy is taught with guns and bombs...
I have beeen absent on Deviant art for months, because I'm too busy. I really have no time to answer the comments and to thank those who favourites my little cartoons. Sorry!
So, many thanks in advance for the people who supports me on Deviant Art!
If you are interested to take a look at other political cartoons I made about the Iraq war, here are the links on my blog ACE CARTOON PILOT (in order of realization) :
I dunno if the genre is right- but here's my Realism body of work c: UH, it used to have some painted vegetables involved, but it was kinda ditched because it was half-arsed~ I'll just- copy paste my artist description here :
The concept that I’ve tried to convey in this artwork is the mental decay that’s involved with dementia. The disease is commonly connected to the term of ‘forgetful-ness’ the disease of the mind. What makes it so destructive is not just that they forget to brush their teeth or when to have dinner- but they forget who they love. I have three grandparents who are suffering from dementia, and I’ve watched my parents struggle with dealing with someone who they care for so much; not recall who they are.
The subject I have here is my grandmother.
I have shown this mental distance by having the head canvas floating further away from her body, her past and physical presence not understood in her present state. Although this is a key aspect of dementia, what I really wanted to show was that in fact, the victim isn’t the only one who forgets. It’s the people who care about them, too.
I know when I was a kid, I used to visit my grandmother once every week; and she’d baby sit me when I was sick. She’d read me stories and play card games. Although I know that she used to be the person she was then, all I can remember of her now is what I see now; unstable, unrecognisable and in an almost child-like state. And I feel guilty, for forgetting who she really is. Because all I see now is a physical existence, but not being completely present anymore; not really being my grandmother anymore.
I demonstrated this by painting her body onto an actual rocking chair. Although her body is visible, the very person who it depicts is no longer 'real'.
EDIT: Oh gosh, a DD! I'm speechless! Thank you all so much for your support- and I hope that all of you with personal experiences with the disease have things turn out for the best. I wish it were under better circumstances, you all have these stories and I'm so sorry for all of you-- I'm always here to talk about it, if you need to c: