Our Shorthanded Love Has Lost Its Flame

bella's squishy noodles

IF: Detached

This weeks topic at Illustration Friday is "Detached". Just a little doodle on the gut wrenching and detached feeling of love lost...

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What is Love?

candace illustration

love is in the air!

More Frogs!

Envision... Love

Yeah, I'm a big ol' sappy sucker for love.
You tell me to close my eyes and envision something, that's what'll be.
Now, who wants a hug?

Heaven and Hell

Hello, everyone! I'm back! Sorry if I've worried anyone. Been so busy and had a 2 week vacation in Mexico, I'm afraid I've neglected my drawing. I missed everything about drawing and my friends that know me here and on their own blogs... I missed you all so much. It's good to be back! Bearuh wrote in a comment on my blog that people have been missing me. Thanks! I love you all. I have a lot to do to catch up so expect a lot more of me! As they say in blogland, cheers!

Mystical Love

I sat on the couch after midnight, my wife and little girl asleep in their beds, I in the dark, silence. My thoughts attacked each other, never coming together, never making sense, keeping me from sleeping. Life was slipping by and I wondered how much time I would have to be a good husband, a good father, and true to myself. I wondered if I was worth the life I lived, if I was worth anything. But the wondering was garbled in a mind fevered with demons. I was alone. I was utterly alone. Then I saw light coming from my bedroom where my wife slept. I walked to the door and peered in - no light, just the gentle breathing of my sleeping wife. I left, bewildered, and saw the same light, this time from my daughter's room. I found her sleeping peacefully as well, no light but the small nightlight that keeps her company. I turned from her room and returned to the living room and suddenly fell to my knees, grasping my chest in pain. Am I having a heart attack? It burned, like fire. I tore my shirt, then I tore my chest, pulling back the flesh -- and then the light came out. The same light. It flooded the room making everything in it sharp, bright, crystal clear. It was so bright I should have been blinded, but instead, I saw better than I ever have. I gasped, fell to my hands, the light was gone. I breathed as though I'd run a mile. In the dark, on the floor. My chest was whole, my shirt untorn. When I caught my breath it was quiet again. All I could hear was the gentle breathing of my wife and daughter, asleep in their beds.