I was really into collecting crystals at the time and it was a blast going through my collection and drawing some of my favorites! The exhibition was amazing and was one of my favorite events of the year! The series was of 8 pieces, all crystals with different metaphysical properties.
I just listed prints of these on my Etsy shop :)
On May 2, 1983, a baby is born to Mary and John Winchester. They name him Samuel.
On the night that Sam turns six months old, after all the lights are turned out, a demon returns to make good on a deal a desperate woman had made a decade prior. This same woman dies in a fire that very night, pinned to the ceiling, and her family is left broken.
And so, Sam grows up.
Sam is eight when he finally asks the right question, and learns that the monsters under his bed are all too real.
Sam is fifteen when he meets a girl, a monster, in whom he finds a kindred spirit.
Sam is eighteen when he finally leaves home, seizing the opportunity for a future he never thought he could have and taking pieces of his brother that would always belong to him.
Sam is twenty two when that future burns, turned to ashes along with the body of a woman he planned on marrying.
Sam is twenty two when he sets out on the road with a brother he never stopped loving, with rock music playing in the background and a wicked grin in the driver’s seat.
Sam is single-minded rage and unwavering hope.
Sam is ‘get this’ and research and salads and a constant presence in the passenger’s seat.
Sam is Lucifer’s vessel and Azazel’s psychic child. He is also a man who refuses to be defined and ruled by those things.
Sam is a hero and a martyr and a killer.
Sam is not a chubby twelve year. Except for how he totally is, but only to an older brother in a leather jacket.
Sam is every great failure and every fantastic success.
"FILMography" project by Christopher Moloney
you smart, you very smart. Matter of fact, you a genius
the way Mickey looks at Ian and the way Dean looks at Cas
Say what you want about the man, but he was precisely accurate with this warning.
(NB4: “…but it’s all Bush’s fault…WMD…oil…Halliburton”)
When I heard the grizzly news last night, I thought, “don’t blog anything right now, someone else who is more awake will write something. With the solidarity that’s been shown with Ferguson, Ukraine etc people will make sure something is said. This new social justice scene is more alert”.
Nothing on my dashboard about Steven Sotloff.
The second beheading of an innocent journalist and not one ripple of condemnation or outrage.
Is it because we’re numb? We’ve already seen James Foley come to his end and so now we’re desensitised to men meeting their horrific demise?
No I don’t think so. I think people only get passionate about things right in front of their face. Passive ignorance as it were.
You can’t get offended and shocked and outraged at one thing and not the other. What is the fucking point in that?
I’m disappointed that this man’s face is not in your head today. Steven Sotloff was an innocent observer in Syria.
The only reason we know what’s going on in this world is because of people like Steven.
He has had his head slowly cut from his body using a knife, because he was a journalist in the wrong place.
Let that sink in.
Some of these are so awkward, and some are great, and there’s that one with the dad that’s just 100% heartbreaking.