Exodus

Exodus

Sketches for Mannikin Dreams and Despair
© 2011 by Duane Kirby Jensen

Note: Text in sketch is rough. The content below shows revision and my be revised again once moving to the painting stage.


Exodus

Again they flee into the wastelands seeking answers and salvation they can barely articulate, but know is out there somewhere.

Into the wastelands that have been abandoned by the race of humans and left for scavengers, the dispossessed, and any they deem unfit for society.

Beyond the question of safety, they still struggle for answers, for purpose, to be greater then they are. They covet identity, a place to call their own, too be accepted as beings capable of thought, of goodness, of adding to the evolution of the world.

They want a peaceful place to think and discuss ideas, but instead they flee a hatred they do not understand. They have witnessed the results of opened handed friendship, how it was not only shunned, but the bares of the offer where then viciously ripped apart, vivisecting hope and violating trust.

Now they are the children of the wind.


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The wind is always hungry
to bare the weight of the orphaned few,
who dream of fresh territories
where new begins can be sown
and the weary can taste a moment of serenity.

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