Holdfast, Ukrainians. Godspeed.
Fight both the russian fascists and the traitors to your country.
To the Western countries...
I do hope... hope that you'll keep helping Ukraine and her patriots and her army with munitions, supplies and maybe even closing the airspace, who knows.
To the russian reich...
СЛАВА УКРАИНЕ! ГЕРОЯМ СЛАВА!
(Thank you for picking my blog, and please read carefully, without jumping from sentence to sentence. I'm about to show some of real me'self, equally to folks . Spare some time to read it, and think over it for some time, I would be grateful to you. 'Ere we go.)
Hello there, people, this is me, the Cowardly Chaplain, and this time I want to tell you a story.
"And so, on the wings of imagination and at the speed of thought..."
(William Shakespeare; Henry V; Prologue)
1990's (or early 2000's?...)
Imagine a lonely sick boy is spending his time sitting before the old TV. His mom and dad made him walk. Literary. He is spending his time with his best and probably only friend. Which is, of course, the old TV.
Do you remember "Hey Arnold"? Old Disney cartoons? Nickelodeon toons while having a quick snack? "Exo-Squad"? "Dogtanian"? "TaleSpin"? "X-Men"? "Redwall"? "Around the world with Willy Fog"? "Bonkers"? Do remember that old precious moments in your heart?
I wish I could remember them more.
The picture goes further, a Warner Bros. cartoon, hey, that means more adventures for Bugs Bunny and his rival Elmer Fudd...
The bell ringing... beating of the drums... and stars. Marching men. One of them has an eyepatch... at very least I remember an eyepatch... They keep moving forward.
"Who's them? Why they're marching?" - asks the little boy.
"Because they're free." - answers the father of the boy.
This moment is in the list of my father's regrets.
"Because they're free."
I wish I could keep that moment. Sacred. Unspoiled. Uncorrupted. Pure.
My name is Egor, I was borned and raised in Russia. I'm not a good-hearted person and I did many wrongs. To myself, my family, to the people who surrounds me. I wish I could do more right things.
You see already?
"I wish", "If", "Maybe", "Probably". Too many "Ifs".
But I have a dream. From childhood. The dream that was many times forgotten and remembered once more. A dream of America. A dream, you see?
Every time I'm telling somebody about that dream of mine, I've heared almost everytime "Nobody needs you there!"/"Who needs you there?". Sometimes a more exotic replies which I'm not to repeat here. It is a dream. I don't know, if this dream will come true, but it's mine.
Right know my dream is in peril. Because of the country I was born, particularly. Too much evil I see when I'm going to the street, turning on news or browsing the net. Simply too much evil going on in Russia. And russians now are happy because their evil has poisoned my dream. And that scares me to the very deep of my soul.
I don't want to lose my dream to that evil. But I'm scared. Really scared. Feel myself entirely worthless. My whole life I've felt worthless to my dream. But you can help me here. I'm begging you to help me. I'm going to post that blog despite all sorts of fears, doubts and anxiety dancing in my mind right now.
However the title of this blog includes "Comissions". Right know I ask you to watch through the crude art of mine. Lack of imagination I bolster with stubborness. And proportion... is a good word. A good promise.
I offer you special comission arts, but on a special conditions.
The cost is from 1 US$ to 5 US$ considering yourself on the quality of the art on which you decide yourself. But I don't want any of that money for myself.
Here I ask you, if you are going to decide to comission any artwork from me, you must donate the sum you decide to be fair (up to 5 US$, my art skills not higher than that modest sum) to Lincoln Project, I want to trust:
I want to have my trust in you, as well as you could give it a try to trust in me and won't demand any proof you did a donation worth my artwork.
And of course I'll honor any requested debts. At least, I'll try to.
I'm asking you to help me to keep my dream. Keep it pure from evil.
Thank you for reading this blog. These comissions will be open until November 3rd, 2020.
PM me for the details.
Take care yourself, folks.
Your pal Egor
A.K.A. the Pandaren Chaplain
P.S.
I will be glad to take any comission but please do keep in mind my usual habits in themes of my artworks and my abilities as artist, which is, to be frank, require more practice.