Wisdom

OH MY GOD WHAT IS HAPPENING I ACTUALLY FINISHED SOMETHING?!?! YAARHGHEHEHGLLL

Ahem. Anyway, here it is finished, "Wisdom". If you don't want to know what this is about you can stop reading here. This might be a long explanation...

I drew this at a time in my life where I was having an extreme crisis and was having to reexamine my feelings on fidelity and love. In my fear and confusion about my own feelings I ended up greatly damaging one of my best relationships and completely severing another. They say "it's better to have loved and lost then never to have loved at all", but I can't really agree on that because I'm just not sure.

In essence, I wanted to touch on the panicked feeling I get when I know I've got something good, but I'm afraid it's going to go away at any point in the blink of an eye. There's always a moment of observation where I rationalize my feelings and my fears, and then without any thought I demolish whatever it is I love so that, at the very least, I have control of the destruction.

It's like that scene in Johnny the Homicidal Maniac... Johnny connects with a woman he really likes, realizes that their relationship probably won't last forever (after all, he is a maniac), and decides to kill the woman before the relationship sours.

I used to think that was the dumbest thing ever, and then I realized how often I do that.

Moral is, I'm not sure whether it's our "Wisdom" that tells us to do this, or if true wisdom is to realize that's fucking stupid. So... light a match and watch the place burn, or preserve what you love, even if it's gone to shit?

Also, what is up with her boobs?