When a fictitious character changes your life, when they become more than just words on a page, doesn't that bring them to life? When you start seeing between the lines of text that contain them, when you find that they have a peice of you inside, can you really just cast them aside?
Our final project for my 2 Dimensional Design class was a self portrait that was an 'alternate persona'. I chose to draw some of my old characters because, despite the rampant Mary Sue illness found in the older archives, they were all very important and critical for me to have. In one way or another, they all let me be something I wasn't for a while and learn about who I wanted to be.
Emily, tho most recent of the three represented here, has yet to fall into disuse. And I doubt she ever will. Sometimes I need to have a character who can play the part of my logic brain when my emotional brain is going on a rampage. Fighting yourself is very tiring after all.
This peice is rife with emotions and feelings and sensations for me. I've tried to write them all down so you as the veiwer could understand what I feel, but my brain doesn't work in words. Not very well, anyway. But it feels like enough when I phrase everything like this:
These are those who could speak for me when I could not. They acted where I faltered and lifted what I dropped. They taught me how to be strong by leading with their examples. Without them, I feel like I would not have made it so far.
I realize this sounds strange, maybe even a little insane, but I will not deny how I feel about them. They can address the problems I dare not bring to the surface.