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I've never posted any of my traditional art on here before, so here's my latest piece

There's a lot of stories behind this one, I guess I'll start with it's origin!

The deer skull was a gift from ~TheCau , I'm a pacifist who loves morbid things and she's an amazing huntswomen. I went hunting with her one fine day and though she didn't catch anything living her and her family dug this skull out from the ground and gave it to me <3 they actually dug it out with stick and their bare hands, it was really in there! (Thank you guys, I love you so much!)

Anyway, I came home and washed it with some good ol' bleach, but afterward I didn't know what to do with it. I didn't have a safe place to put it in my room, and my mother wasn't very well going to hang it in out modern living room. So, for a long while it just sat on our back porch for me to look at with fond memories.

Then one fine day as I contemplated in my artroom on how to mend a broken canvas (a car door was so cruel to it) my teacher showed me the artwork of some... Body. Can't remember who. But he was awesome, I can assure that. As a result, I stitched up the canvas. Now, I'm not sure what brought me to attach a skull to it, but I think it was my teacher convincing me and me loving the idea of it. All I could think of when I started though was if ~TheCau would like it, I hope she doesn't think I misused the gift, but this was my best effort to pay homage to both the deer and her family's kindness X'D

Now for the the emotional bit.

Why, why, why this picture and why the name?

I didn't have a clue why I was painting it, I just had this image in my head and I was excited to get after it. I've had a rough couple of years wrestling with my artwork, and school, and friends, and especially family. It's not like this picture was a result of that, it's just that this is where my artwork is leading me in a deeper sense--I mean, maybe it's how I feel?? Ha, I don't really know, it's a way to relieve stress (am I making sense anymore?)

For awhile I was going to bullshit a meaning for this picture, something deep like 'corporations got the people down', haha. But I guess the name gave it meaning to me.. And the name came from my mom XD

See, when I had finished it, I put it in my mom's room as a joke (she had never seen it before) and it still remains there until I can get something set up in my room for it. Well, one day while I was getting ready for school she came down and said "there's a horny man in my room." (Ah, classy, mom, classy.)

Of course my reaction was: "O_o;" until she explained the fact that it was the painting... and it's got antlers. Like, horns. Haha. Ha. (I really did laugh, though, man we both really suck at jokes) Later that day my mother told me her idea for the painting's name should be "Every man" as opposed to "Horny Man", once again we had a laugh, but, uh... I loved the idea. (Thus the shortened 'Evermen')

Now, don't get me wrong, this picture isn't my idea of showing some form of feminism, and I know there are plenty of great men out there, buuut... These past two years has made me a doubtful person, and I've found it very hard to trust men--or see them in the same respect as I did before. It's not about some shitty boyfriend I had once, it's about my father, my grandfather, and any other full grown man who has made himself present in my life.

So, finally, this picture is about the confusion I feel toward men, whether if I could ever trust a guy, if my generation could ever find 'true love', or if every gentlemen is just a 'horny man' underneath.

PS. Shit, I wrote a lot. Sorry guys, a bit of long rant, hopefully everyone didn't feel obligated to read my angst.

Description
I've never posted any of my traditional art on here before, so here's my latest piece

There's a lot of stories behind this one, I guess I'll start with it's origin!

The deer skull was a gift from ~TheCau , I'm a pacifist who loves morbid things and she's an amazing huntswomen. I went hunting with her one fine day and though she didn't catch anything living her and her family dug this skull out from the ground and gave it to me <3 they actually dug it out with stick and their bare hands, it was really in there! (Thank you guys, I love you so much!)

Anyway, I came home and washed it with some good ol' bleach, but afterward I didn't know what to do with it. I didn't have a safe place to put it in my room, and my mother wasn't very well going to hang it in out modern living room. So, for a long while it just sat on our back porch for me to look at with fond memories.

Then one fine day as I contemplated in my artroom on how to mend a broken canvas (a car door was so cruel to it) my teacher showed me the artwork of some... Body. Can't remember who. But he was awesome, I can assure that. As a result, I stitched up the canvas. Now, I'm not sure what brought me to attach a skull to it, but I think it was my teacher convincing me and me loving the idea of it. All I could think of when I started though was if ~TheCau would like it, I hope she doesn't think I misused the gift, but this was my best effort to pay homage to both the deer and her family's kindness X'D

Now for the the emotional bit.

Why, why, why this picture and why the name?

I didn't have a clue why I was painting it, I just had this image in my head and I was excited to get after it. I've had a rough couple of years wrestling with my artwork, and school, and friends, and especially family. It's not like this picture was a result of that, it's just that this is where my artwork is leading me in a deeper sense--I mean, maybe it's how I feel?? Ha, I don't really know, it's a way to relieve stress (am I making sense anymore?)

For awhile I was going to bullshit a meaning for this picture, something deep like 'corporations got the people down', haha. But I guess the name gave it meaning to me.. And the name came from my mom XD

See, when I had finished it, I put it in my mom's room as a joke (she had never seen it before) and it still remains there until I can get something set up in my room for it. Well, one day while I was getting ready for school she came down and said "there's a horny man in my room." (Ah, classy, mom, classy.)

Of course my reaction was: "O_o;" until she explained the fact that it was the painting... and it's got antlers. Like, horns. Haha. Ha. (I really did laugh, though, man we both really suck at jokes) Later that day my mother told me her idea for the painting's name should be "Every man" as opposed to "Horny Man", once again we had a laugh, but, uh... I loved the idea. (Thus the shortened 'Evermen')

Now, don't get me wrong, this picture isn't my idea of showing some form of feminism, and I know there are plenty of great men out there, buuut... These past two years has made me a doubtful person, and I've found it very hard to trust men--or see them in the same respect as I did before. It's not about some shitty boyfriend I had once, it's about my father, my grandfather, and any other full grown man who has made himself present in my life.

So, finally, this picture is about the confusion I feel toward men, whether if I could ever trust a guy, if my generation could ever find 'true love', or if every gentlemen is just a 'horny man' underneath.

PS. Shit, I wrote a lot. Sorry guys, a bit of long rant, hopefully everyone didn't feel obligated to read my angst.