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OLD AS HECK PICTURE, but I decided to keep it cause of how proud I was of it at the time. I also no longer hold the views listed below and am very much no longer a Christian.

Old comments below:
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If any picture I've ever done has come directly from God, this is it. This is probably the best one I've ever done. I absolutely love this! I got the inspiration while listening to Concrete Angel by Martina McBride. This song so reminded me of Violet, but in a darker way. I know Violet's never been through anything like this, but this idea of her as an angel came to me, and I just had to do it. The idea of such a piece and never having to be worried again, God bringing you out of your circumstances and giving you eternal life, it touched me very deeply. And I hope that, even if you don't believe in that, that you can still appreciate this picture for it's sheer beauty. The color makes this whole thing. The sketch itself took probably under an hour, give or take. But the coloring took hours, maybe 12 -16 hours of work or more total (though not in one sitting). Then I took a white pencil over the whole thing (I read somewhere that it's one of the best ways to blend color). This is also fresh off the clip board, I just finished it yesterday. Meanwhile, I was listening to this song almost the entire time I was drawing this. Consequently, Concrete Angel is now probably the most played song in my iPod.

Poem to go with it:

God's little angel,
Higher you must fly,
Into the forever,
Into the blue sky.
Fly close to the Son,
Bathe in the warmth.
Warm your cold body,
And heal you poor heart.
Take rest and comfort,
peace in His arms,
And know from now on,
You're safe from harm.
Safe from those curses,
Shouted at you.
Safe from those lies
That followed you through.
Safe from the bullies
That tortured you til,
You bled from the mouth,
That shattered your will.
Safe from the razor,
You hide in your drawer.
Safe from the struggle,
to never eat more.
Every day that you dragged through
All the nights left in tears,
You didn't know,
That help as right here.
This place is not home,
For you deserve better.
Your home is permanent,
Will stand up to weather.
So please, just hold on.
It take a lifetime to get there.
But please, please don't rush.
We still want you here.

Description
OLD AS HECK PICTURE, but I decided to keep it cause of how proud I was of it at the time. I also no longer hold the views listed below and am very much no longer a Christian.

Old comments below:
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If any picture I've ever done has come directly from God, this is it. This is probably the best one I've ever done. I absolutely love this! I got the inspiration while listening to Concrete Angel by Martina McBride. This song so reminded me of Violet, but in a darker way. I know Violet's never been through anything like this, but this idea of her as an angel came to me, and I just had to do it. The idea of such a piece and never having to be worried again, God bringing you out of your circumstances and giving you eternal life, it touched me very deeply. And I hope that, even if you don't believe in that, that you can still appreciate this picture for it's sheer beauty. The color makes this whole thing. The sketch itself took probably under an hour, give or take. But the coloring took hours, maybe 12 -16 hours of work or more total (though not in one sitting). Then I took a white pencil over the whole thing (I read somewhere that it's one of the best ways to blend color). This is also fresh off the clip board, I just finished it yesterday. Meanwhile, I was listening to this song almost the entire time I was drawing this. Consequently, Concrete Angel is now probably the most played song in my iPod.

Poem to go with it:

God's little angel,
Higher you must fly,
Into the forever,
Into the blue sky.
Fly close to the Son,
Bathe in the warmth.
Warm your cold body,
And heal you poor heart.
Take rest and comfort,
peace in His arms,
And know from now on,
You're safe from harm.
Safe from those curses,
Shouted at you.
Safe from those lies
That followed you through.
Safe from the bullies
That tortured you til,
You bled from the mouth,
That shattered your will.
Safe from the razor,
You hide in your drawer.
Safe from the struggle,
to never eat more.
Every day that you dragged through
All the nights left in tears,
You didn't know,
That help as right here.
This place is not home,
For you deserve better.
Your home is permanent,
Will stand up to weather.
So please, just hold on.
It take a lifetime to get there.
But please, please don't rush.
We still want you here.