"No matter how many times you kill me - I still won't die.
No matter how many times you deny me - I will still be there.
No matter how many times you try to make me go away - I will still return
No matter how many times you destroy my core - I will still rebuild it anew
No matter how many times you tell yourself that I do not exist - I do exist."
Or something like that...
While drawing this I was in a bit grim mood, there's no way I can deny that. Everyone has their own demons I think, constantly fighting them, making their best for their own reasons... But those demons like to come back and just laugh for all our efforts, showing us that it doesn't really matter how much we want do get over something, we will never be able to forget. We can win sometimes but does it really matter if after that we will have to fight again and again for the same thing? Well, at least I see it that way, maybe because of so many doubts I have recently and the fact that I can't win my own fights. Or maybe I don't really want to?
There could be also a less self-pitying explanation for that, of course. It could also mean some good things, right? Like something you believe, your faith, something true that will always be there by your side, no matter how many times you shove it away in anger. That even if you don't want to believe in something it doesn't mean that it's not there.
Argh, sorry everyone. I'm not really good at... this kind of serious talking, sharing with my own pessimistic thoughts. I usually don't draw anything with any special meaning... Probably that should be a reason enough for me to not do this again.
Well, maybe to make it even you'll write something interesting? Like your own ideas for what could it mean?
Nawet nie wiem, na jakim elemencie się skupić. Samej sylwetce, twarzy, czy może tych cudownych skrzydłach (lub tym, co po nich pozostało. ._.).
Ale art zajedwabisty, jak już ci mówiłam JAKIEŚ 100 LAT TEMU kiedy to narysowałaś. Czemu uploadujesz rzeczy tak późno?
Urodziałam sie chyba negatywem... Nic innego mi nie zostało jak tylko...
<głosem Pinokia ze Shreka> Dobij mnie!
Oj, no bo, no boooooniewiem. Jakoś tak wychodzi. Co poradzę? Jak samo wychodzi, to co ja mogem, no co?