This doodle started as an effort to practise scrolling, morphed into a lady with a hat of henna-inspo'ed flowers on her head, with first the quote from Lois McMaster Bujold's magnificent The Curse of Chalion, followed by the famous Maya Anglou text as well some ...comments made by our current administration. (I was originally just gonna do the Chalion quote, but I'm not a subtle person, so...)[1]
microns, brush pen and ball point ink on half of a 8.5 x 11" computer printed page of carnival? computer paper/LumixDMC-LX100/2020LX100/20201009LX/P1160108adj.JPG
The Curse of Chalion is my favourite Lois McMaster Bujold fantasy—possibly my favourite fantasy, period—and this monologue, roughly at the penultimate climax of the story, and certainly its darkest hour, both literally and figuratively, is when the hero, Cazaril, offers his life in exchange for truth and justice for others betrayed by an incompetent, corrupt government.
Cazaril begins the book by begging the gods for mercy upon a man's soul, and it is this desire for kindness with which he tempers his demands of justice that make him such an aspirational character. Cazaril becomes an a god's avatar, that is, he is literally a saint.
I am not.
But I can still desire justice and mercy for so many people for whom it has been actively, cruelly denied.
Though the drawing is not nearly as finished as some others, I do like the lady's face, which reminds me a bit of Frida Kahlo's.
[1]I swear I wrote this before—Ah well, it just means this shows up twice. C'est la vie.
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