This was a piece fashioned a long time ago. It was borne out of the notion of evil being finite and not at all immeasurable. In this picture, evil took the form of a demon woman. It also negotiated and wrestled with a philosophical question that has rambled around my mind for decades; does pure evil have a soul and if so, what experience could bring that soul to the fore? And should she (evil) realise she had a soul, understood its meaning but for a moment, would she grieve and lament her preceding actions? If she did, should that happen, what would she look like within such a moment of recognition and consciousness?
5 years ago