Thorn Birds

One of my more experimental illustrations... this one is significant, to me, just because it's the last one that I showed to someone close to me before they died. It wasn't drawn for him, but he was one of the reasons it was drawn, if that makes sense.

It's based of the song Thorns, by Wumpscut, which is based of the book Thorn Birds, by Colleen MacCullough. The book was also a popular miniseries in the 80s. I haven't read the book, but if it's as good as the song, it must be something.

It's also likely my first and last image that will be posted that has anything to do with romance. XD I hate love as subject of art, as a rule, and normally don't bother with it. Or if I do, indirectly. My image entitled Two Robots is a love image, actually...

Also as a little snippet of trivia, once I move and get some money, the topmost bird, the one half colored... that one is going to be reworked and made into a tattoo for my left shoulder blade.

Bah, anyway. The lyrics are at the bottom. Wump is amazing, but they are German, and the guy sings in... sometimes not quite right English for certain songs, so bear with me. XD I'm altering them as slightly as I can to make them make grammatical sense... kinda.

And here is a link to the actual song: [link]

There is no music video because the guy who does all the stuff for Wump believes that forcing visuals onto a piece of music will taint it. So.. yeah, drawing a pic is a horrible tribute. XD

Thorns

Once someone told
A story of these small desert birds
Throwing themselves
In thorns when copulating in lust

And while embraced by death
They sing so, then never
And while embraced by death
They stay in love forever

Like martyrs do
They dedicate their lives in deep vain
Of ancient vows
And die of flaring ardour, in haze

Thorns-
They lurk on roses' stem
They do intend no harm, them.

Squeezing me hard
In thorns that burn like fire inside
Thrilling my head
Until they rip my shivering skin

Thorns-
They lurk on roses' stem
They do intend no harm, them.

They lurk on bodies' stem
They make my heart arise, them.

(Tonight you sleep in hell.)