juniper

[Long Description: The Exiled God, Sentin, and her confidante and de-facto general Len. They face east in the pinyon-juniper flatlands, perhaps, anticipating something.]

juniper

December 17, 2020

"Some days, I don't know if I am wrong or right."

"Your mind is playing tricks on you, my dear."

sometimes its just real "draw your ocs to OMAM songs" hours. I am thinking of these two a lot lately, Len and Sentin and their associated Sentinels... A lot of Moribund is asking myself what a just and equitable (and lovingly flawed) world might look like. Len and Sentin exist in unconscionable times, but manage to leave behind a legacy of overwhelming good, in the form of the world's most compassionate justice system, international anti-war policies, and so on.

In light of recent events, I'm really not sure how my art could give anybody the idea that I'm batting from a corner other than that of social and environmental justice, but I've been surprised before. This is my statement of general human decency: These are core to what I do and who I am and I don't tolerate hate in my space.