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I was wondering for a while how could I draw God in my CHIPS segment. Since I decided at the beginning to make these drawings more naturalistic the only way was to draw a Bible, but that's boring, nah.

Actually I decided that I won't be drawing every one of them that way. I already did one in a more fun way. So it's going to be either something naturalistic or something really different. The main thing is that they won't be anything like the other 3 days' drawings.

It's wednesday AKA no drawings day

So let's just use this opportunity to say this:

Praise the Lord!

...and God bless the CEO!

그리고 guess what!

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Like seriously, I was just walking there with my dog, minding my own business when this card appeard on the ground. I leave the conclusions to my dear reader chums' imagination.

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Something I'm really thankful to God is saving me until now from having a smartphone. Actually I'm a bit amazed that I still manage to live without it, that is kind of unbelievable these days. So having ‘I have no life’ as the 4th most frequent tag in my blog might not be fair to these guys…

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Although my opinion on this changed quickly when I had to go out in the pouring rain…

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Cos that's what good christian girls do at the age of 26. Not sitting on their just a tiny bit bigger than normal butts, surrounded by cats drinking a cup of chinese tea and reading about calligraphic impacts on the early 1950s letterforms.
See also: 07/15/2012

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Ever wanted to be someone else? Ever met the person you always wanted to be? Tough one.

06/22/2012

Drawing #1   

1st part of this: 01/15/2012

Yepp, without God I'm quite a jerk.


Drawing #2

1st part of this: 04/18/2012

06/06/2012

God is surely a loving God for taking so much crap from us people so patiently. Especially considering the huge gap between his knowledge and ours. 

05/31/2012

You know the thing they always tell people like me: “you are not a waste, you're just special, and you are beautiful this way” and stuff. As if “special” had become a synonym for freak.

But you know how it works: when you're trying to get a job, that kind of “specialness” is not desirable, thank you very much. So being an extremely shy, extremely clumsy person with extreme phobias, my only hope is to – somehow, magically – become someone else before I step foot in a job interview.

I guess, getting shocked by fear in the edge of the town (one of my inborn phobias); getting some manure in my freshly-washed hair; getting completely lost, then realizing that I went out of the town on the wrong road; being 20 minutes late; then not being able to speak about how awesome I am (which I am of course not, but which every not awesome person must testify on a job interview), or – not being able to speak about anything –… I guess these exhaust the concept of being myself. I won't be a secretary at Boros és Fiai Ltd.

05/20/2012

Followerdrawing for Hajni, a friend of mine. My first memory of her is someone shouting madly at 3 am. in the dorm hallway: “Hajjjjjniii! Tarka* after party!” while I'm trying to sleep in my room. My second memory is someone letting me know at a christian camp's registration how good it is to finally see a familiar face. Yhea. That “someone” was she.

But since that day she became like… one of my closest friends, someone on who I allways could rely on, and someone who – even after leaving Budapest to live entirely in Győr – still asks me sometimes how do I do. If not on Facebook, then in Győr, when I visit her and their churh. Oh, and this one up there? That was a true story.


* “Tarka” was the name of the dormitory.

05/13/2012

Why isn't it the absolute right of every artist to interpret stuff the way they want to?
Ingrid Michaelson – Ribbons

05/04/2012

04/20/2012

 

Attention! Before anyone would write me long letters rebuking me for criticizing God's beautiful work and not being fully satisfied with my beautiful outlook, which is – have I mentioned – really beautiful, here's a sweet little story.

You see, I always used to have a problem with findig proper trousers or jeans, because of my figure. And once I find one that fits me – i.e. I can put them on at least –, it's sure that half of their legs must be cut, because they are so much longer than my legs. But I cannot say that it was always necessary.

Once I had the opportunity to find a pair of jeans which perfectly fit me. It was made in Germany. “Hah! – I said to myself – At last! At last German fashion designers realized that not only long-legged slim ladys live on Earth! At last they realized that most of the women are like me! At last they realized that in fact, it's the average, so it's the normal. I sense a big change in public opinion from now on, a general change, a revolution of mind about the concept of beauty!” I grabbed the jeans victoriously, and noticed two kind little words written on it:

“extra kurz”.

Ask Google Translate if you have problems understanding it…

04/10/2012

04/07/2012

Not that I'd call myself a catholic (I'm not really OK with dogmatic stuff invented by the church in the middle-ages to get more money), but my family is catholic, and at least on every big holidays we go to the church. And you know what it's like, when you're get used to a whole different thing and then go back to the old stuff… It seems immediately unreasonable for some reason.


Attending to a kinda modern protestant church, I spend more time amongst people who, when God's grace is mentioned, are more likely start to perform King David's famous “holy dance” freaking out everyone who's not used to that. …Ok, well, maybe that's not very frequent (never seen it in fact), but it's a fact, that the worship style of this church is much more lively and – for me at least – natural, than what you can see in a more traditional church. I'm not saying it's better, I'm just saying, after it a catholic mass was kinda unusual for me (even if I spent the biggest part of my life going to catholic churches), and it inspired me on this drawing.

Because, you know, to simplify it to the bare facts, Easter is all about we don't have to get the punishment for our sins, means we don't have to spend the eternity in a place fully separated from God – i.e. the source of everything which can be good, so you're kinda doomed without him, cause what remains is the lack of every good stuff which is… well you can imagine – …So you can avoid all this sh*t, and be in a place where you can fully experience everything that is good – i. e. the presence of God –, and for this you don't have to do stuff or anything, only to want it, I mean to want to be with God, to want to get saved – i. e. say “that Jesus guy already  payed for it, soo…” I mean. That is what it's all about.

And on that day, in that church, in that mass, I didn't really feel that most people who're saying “Amen” and “Hallelujah” (in more modern words: “YAY to that!”) understand it. And to be just, it is not a catholic attribute. They might be the most moderate ones in praising but that doesn't mean anything about the inside thoughts. Yes, the phenomenon exists in catholic church. As well as it exists in every denomination. People can fake any reaction, and still miss the point of their supposed faith.


But, well. That's just another “stuff christians like”.