I am, to be honest, still figuring out where this piece went. I think it was a great experiment for me, and it seems to be becoming a series for me to draw women in priestess outfits. I think a lot of this is because I have been thinking about the world of The Fallen Father.
I wanted The Fallen Father to be a darker tale, a more stained place, showcasing the worst of us, and, hopefully, by comparison, the best of us.
I still haven’t decided, or know, if the look on the woman’s face is the beginning of terror or acceptance. Is she creating pain for herself because she likes it or is it, in fact, a manipulation of some great force? I don’t know. I wish I had more to say about this piece, but I think it is fascinating to me because I get to sit with it more and figure out what it is trying to tell me, let alone what it might say about The Fallen Father, or people in general, if it says anything like that at all.
I’d would heartily welcome opinions, etc, on the matter. What do you see?