“Every once in a while, I try to disappear from this cold reality. I sit in a dark corner and try to be alone; to be invisible; to be forgotten. But no matter how far away from the world I may be, no matter how invisible I am to everyone else, he can still see me. He stares at me. He laughs at me. He taunts me. He screams at me. He tells me that my life is not worth living unless I do what he says. He is going to hurt me. He wants me to die.
“And I though I may run and run and run until my feet are scabbed and bloody, though I may drive and drive and drive until the tires wear down to the rims and the engine belches smoke, though I may climb into a shuttle and launch myself into the outmost reaches of deepest space, I can never escape him. All I can do is to cram myself into a corner and pray for him to be gone. All I can do is to scream until his voice is drowned out. All I can do is to cry until no tears are left in me. He is always there. And I am never alone.”
---Gideon V. You'd be sad too if you had a mean imaginary friend.
Mixed media. April 2011.
This is one of my favorite illustrations I've done of Gideon and Gabriel so far.