So… I’ve had a hard time.
When I started this piece, it was simply about breaking the bonds that hold me back and hold me down.
Between then and now, someone tried to trap me with the most horrible, malicious lie I’ve ever had the misfortune of hearing. It was a thinly veiled threat and a betrayal in a way that I have never experienced before. It caused terror in a way I had never experienced and forced me to prepare to defend myself in a way I’d never thought I’d have to. It also gave me a unique look at my friends and relationships, because I found that some who I expected to run stood by me, and others who I trusted with everything opted out.
I find myself rather reminded of the story of Fenrir, bound by those he trusted, but will herald the end of the world once he breaks free.
(I love reading comments :3)
The poor werewolf here with the many chains, the stronger ones probably came from the ones trusted with poor, those who made the greater betrayal. Those are the hardest to break and move on from. Looks like there has been substantial progress with the werewolf without too much lasting damage in the fur, but I can see shadows of where they used to be. Maybe if I help out with the last chains the snarl will ease and only part of the world will end.
Content wise, what is confusing me is the intermingle of broken and bound. A 'self imposed' binding? External binding not yet completed? with the legs and arms all bound, it raises how the other bonds were broken... the story there is incomplete in my mind, making me ask additional questions which are not answered in the image.
Stepping away from the image itself and more to the story presented and context given from that. We all have our self imposed "chains", our societal, social, professional constraints which we rage against while always being the keeper of the key, or in reality they are simply 'ornamental' if you will. The itching under the skin waiting to break free which we must refuse less it consume us in a bite (much like Fenrir) with that neurotic fear that we may loose ourselves in that moment, never to be allowed back again. But enough philosophizing introspectively *grins*.
As for the external complications, I hope that you have been able to bind the situation and have moved from strictly defense to more of a detente. Flipping to an offensive posture being a last resort as it can open flanks which could have unexpected impacts. But it can also serve (as it sounds like it has) as a lesson. Trust is a fragile thing. Our own biases can often cloud our expectations of others, but it can serve to better understand our closest circles and forge stronger relationships while allowing us to also address wounds by others to better understand them, if nothing else. More scars otherwise, I just hope that you are able to transmutate it into something which strengths you, while not altering your core.
Thank you for a 'thought provoking' piece of art, it can help drive reflection and outlet for review by you at a later date (always interesting in my experience to review what one did before, why and what can be applied now from it). I could ramble a while longer, but I think what I felt the need to articulate is here.
I just wish that you hadn't had bad things going on to inspire such awesomeness. I guess.. small silver lining?
Can't know whom to really trust until it's put to the test, I suppose.
I'm sorry to hear that your trust was misplaced. Such pain does give a new perspective, at least. And that's in a way both good and bad. Possibly more good than bad, in that it helps avoid such misfortune in the future. Hopefully you do manage to avoid more of the same.
Don't end the world, though.
It's getting to be spring here, at last. Soon there's that to enjoy.
But quite beautiful art piece.
As far as your situation, though...
Now you know who your TRUE friends are. Do right by them, and they will do right by you.