Tag Archives: Animation

Animation – Eighteen

Posted on September 6, 2015 by Helen

The true nature of a god is loneliness. I know this now. It is the price of such power, it follows in its wake. You cannot commune with others that are, essentially, alien to you. It is to be separate. … Continue reading →

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Animation – Seventeen

Posted on August 28, 2015 by Helen

Once finished, I sleep fitfully, then the next morning, around the time of cafe assignations, I sit at my window to watch. At precisely 10am I see my beloved arrive and sit, happy and excited at a café table. He … Continue reading →

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Animation – Sixteen

Posted on August 21, 2015 by Helen

I wonder, as I paint, if the story of the Fall is actually the story of god and not an errant angel. Could it be that profound disappointment makes you resent the boundaries you place around yourself, and if you … Continue reading →

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Animation – Fifteen

Posted on August 14, 2015 by Helen

Too late a god understands that free will has a hidden sting. I wonder if the original god, who created all of our world, found a similar regret when his creations had inner lives, not just outer. Like me perhaps, … Continue reading →

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Animation – Fourteen

Posted on August 7, 2015 by Helen

  Eventually I had to know. I now understood god and his wish for man to have free will in a manner I had previously not apprehended. Love is not love if it is coerced or forced. You must choose … Continue reading →

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Animation – Thirteen

Posted on July 31, 2015 by Helen

Weeks passed, my heart trembling in his presence as though on the edge of a precipice. Was it wrong of me to read between the lines of his words, his gestures, to something more personal, more sweet, more tender? How … Continue reading →

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Animation – Twelve

Posted on July 24, 2015 by Helen

We settle on three times a week. He comes ostensibly for an hour on Tuesdays, Thursdays and Fridays, after his law lectures and tutorials have finished for the day, but always stays longer than the allotted time. He draws and … Continue reading →

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Animation – Eleven

Posted on July 17, 2015 by Helen

We meet as I have painted it. I have emerged like a butterfly from an interminable chrysalis, out on the streets, and we literally bump into each other as he rushes down the pathway oblivious to my approach. It seems … Continue reading →

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Animation – Ten

Posted on July 10, 2015 by Helen

It became an experiment for me. I had never been much of a conventional, bookish scientist at school – the tables of chemical compounds and values had seemed like another language, wholly inexplicable to me, and cutting up frogs was … Continue reading →

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Animation – Nine

Posted on July 3, 2015 by Helen

I gazed at the painting, then out to his form in the café. I looked back and forth and back and forth letting the truth emerge slowly, no matter how hubristic and impossible it seemed. What do they say – … Continue reading →

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