The Madness of the God King

The Madness of the God King by Ben Riddlebarger

I once saw a photograph on Facebook a couple years ago with a strong man in a swim suit pushing his friend in a wheelchair toting assault rifles and they were both happy and seemed to not have a care in the world. It was so strange and weird that of course I needed to draw it.

I based this drawing off of that. It morphed into a religious satire of this crazy world we currently are living in.

You can take it anyway you want…

Catching Dinner

Catching DinnerI drew this on Memorial Day. It was a stormy one and I ended up staying in on a day off. I was originally going to draw Austin Powers riding a Tyrannosaurus from a photo I had taken. Instead this came to life and I could not be more happy.  I would love if this inspires someone to write a short story inspired by this. If it does, I would love if you shared it with me.

Here is the picture I took that started this for me. Can you see the similarities?Oh Behave

Love Through Pain

lovers arrows donesmWhen love beckons to you, follow him,
Though his ways are hard and steep.
And when his wings enfold you yield to him,
Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.
And when he speaks to you believe in him,
Though his voice may shatter your dreams
as the north wind lays waste the garden.

For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning.
Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun,
So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth.

Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself.
He threshes you to make you naked.
He sifts you to free you from your husks.
He grinds you to whiteness.
He kneads you until you are pliant;
And then he assigns you to his sacred fire, that you may become sacred bread for God’s sacred feast.

All these things shall love do unto you that you may know the secrets of your heart, and in that knowledge become a fragment of Life’s heart.

But if in your fear you would seek only love’s peace and love’s pleasure,
Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love’s threshing-floor,
Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears.
Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself.
Love possesses not nor would it be possessed;
For love is sufficient unto love.

When you love you should not say, “God is in my heart,” but rather, “I am in the heart of God.”
And think not you can direct the course of love, for love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.

Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself.
But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires:
To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;
To rest at the noon hour and meditate love’s ecstasy;
To return home at eventide with gratitude;
And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.

KAHLIL GIBRAN- THE PROPHET