Wrath (Hi Res)

A painting for Rimentus of FA! Insignium isn't really a dragon you want to anger, and while the magic is impressive... I'll alert the gravedigger.  

This one took me a bit. Apologies again about the wait. It's been... A  hell of a month and a half, huh. I'm pretty pleased here, though. It's  nice to get to just sit and paint a good, big dragon every once in a while! Helps to keep things interesting. c: And am a big fan of Rimentus  and his work, so getting to work with his big guy Insignium here was an  absolute treat!!  

Thank you so, so much, Rimentus, for allowing me to work with you, and  for your patience as things have been rocky. And I hope, to everyone,  that this one was worth the wait! I'm starting to get back into the  groove -- more coming soon!

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Well, this one's gonna carry some baggage, huh.

Before Grandma passed, I was really proud of where this one was going. And in some aspects, I'm proud of where it wound up. But I feel like, just by looking at it, you can tell there was a split in time. Maybe it's just because I've been looking at it for so long, though.

I was afraid to finish this one for a time. Every time I opened it, I just kept thinking back to home and Grandma's passing, the funeral, the hours and hours spent in her "sitting room" after she passed trying to distract myself with games while a family photo with her stared back at me from under the TV. I was afraid that finishing this would be like trying to move on, that it couldn't be good enough to match how proud Grandma was of me, that for how nice this image might be... She never actually got to see much of my art. My college stuff, sure, but never anything recent. And yet, she was still always so proud, apparently telling everyone she knew I was an artist, and a professional one at that.

There are problems in the image, that I'm aware of. The composition is... Awkward. The angle is... Unnerving. It feels... Hollow in spots. And while I'm aching to just dig back into it and fix it all--hell, part of me even wants to go in and just start all over entirely--I can't. Not just because student loans are hovering and I need to keep moving in order to not drown under them. But because Grandma -is- gone. She lived a good, long life. She accomplished so much, and even up to the end, she was apparently stubborn and always gunning to do her best, keeping to her routines and prayers, and living as best she could.

So I know this piece has problems. And I'm not proud of some of those mistakes. They stare back at me, taunting me to fix them. But I am proud of what is here, despite everything the past month and a half.

I'm sorry I couldn't show you my work, Grandma. Some of it might have made you call for Jesus, after all, because no animal man should have a chest that big. But you were still proud of me, knowing in your gut that even though I never really showed you, I was worth bragging about to others you knew. So, even though dealing with this grief feels like staring down a dragon at times... I'm going to keep trying to make you proud.

Thanks for being so patient with me, ya'll. I'm trying my best to get everything moving again. <3 I love you all. Please stay safe out there.