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The bad ones, she has been told, are the ones that run immediately. They get in deep, without any fight. They get away from the scene and worm their way deeper in and, very soon, someone else dies. Then another. And another. Until, finally, the human part is so far gone that the police, or a lucky would-have-been victim, ends it. For the moment. The body dies, but the thing, the aave, goes back to wherever it is they go until the next time, the next body...

Sometimes it is just a drug addict or a case of clinical depression gone off the scales. Occasionally he (almost always a he) actually was kept chained in a box in the cellar, and when the police or the feds finally get him he's got the old cigarette burns on his arms or the lash scars across his back. Then everyone knows WHY.

But sometimes there are no scars; outside or inside. Sometimes he is a perfectly normal and happy husband and father; no addictions, no psychoses, no hidden evils.

Sometimes there is truly no reason.

Just chaos." - [link]

It's the total macabre element of this passage that made me stop and think a while about this concept of being. Aave. I decided that there were very few ways to "treat" the concept in art. I wanted to make a painting, but the time I had was limited.

Aave seems to be one of those concepts that is difficult to pin down both in word and in art. How would you explain a banshee wail? Not easy. Just chaos. Eternal.

I am a touch disappointed with it, likely because I had wished I had the resources and time to spend painting it. Perhaps I will revisit it later. To my mind, aave is both horrific and seductive. I'm an odd bird, though.

This is for the Autumn Country 2008 contest: [link]

I need to art LESS while fevered. It always results in angry brush strokes and no sympathy whatsoever for the subject.

THAT SAID:

here be the list of stockers I owe thanks to:

for the fractalicious textures
for the spirit fellow on the left
for the spirit fellow on the right
for our newest aave in the center

The REST of the resources (Background, kitty, leaves and random textures throughout) are mine.

Thanks guys.

Description
The bad ones, she has been told, are the ones that run immediately. They get in deep, without any fight. They get away from the scene and worm their way deeper in and, very soon, someone else dies. Then another. And another. Until, finally, the human part is so far gone that the police, or a lucky would-have-been victim, ends it. For the moment. The body dies, but the thing, the aave, goes back to wherever it is they go until the next time, the next body...

Sometimes it is just a drug addict or a case of clinical depression gone off the scales. Occasionally he (almost always a he) actually was kept chained in a box in the cellar, and when the police or the feds finally get him he's got the old cigarette burns on his arms or the lash scars across his back. Then everyone knows WHY.

But sometimes there are no scars; outside or inside. Sometimes he is a perfectly normal and happy husband and father; no addictions, no psychoses, no hidden evils.

Sometimes there is truly no reason.

Just chaos." - [link]

It's the total macabre element of this passage that made me stop and think a while about this concept of being. Aave. I decided that there were very few ways to "treat" the concept in art. I wanted to make a painting, but the time I had was limited.

Aave seems to be one of those concepts that is difficult to pin down both in word and in art. How would you explain a banshee wail? Not easy. Just chaos. Eternal.

I am a touch disappointed with it, likely because I had wished I had the resources and time to spend painting it. Perhaps I will revisit it later. To my mind, aave is both horrific and seductive. I'm an odd bird, though.

This is for the Autumn Country 2008 contest: [link]

I need to art LESS while fevered. It always results in angry brush strokes and no sympathy whatsoever for the subject.

THAT SAID:

here be the list of stockers I owe thanks to:

for the fractalicious textures
for the spirit fellow on the left
for the spirit fellow on the right
for our newest aave in the center

The REST of the resources (Background, kitty, leaves and random textures throughout) are mine.

Thanks guys.