Tales of the End of Days

I went to the ROM today to see an exhibit of the Dead Sea Scrolls. It was really something else, learning about how cultures affected one another, how the way people did things changed over time depending on the circumstances of their life, and seeing the amazing remnants of the past still very much alive and gathered together for us to see under glass.

I love the ROM, I'm a real museum nut, but I don't often get the chance to go to museums, and galleries, and all manner of things that I very much like, because I've never had friends who were interested in that sort of thing, or at least.. not interested in ever having to pay for things.

Seeing the scrolls in person was amazing, reading their translations and being able to get in reeeeeeally close to see the fragments with their beautiful cramped writing, the ink as clear as if it had been written yesterday. The parchment and papers were full of holes for translating, but I loved reading the translation of a bit of parchment that gave hints to the end of days... about the Apocalypse, and how the Lord would come down and would help the poor, restore sight to the blind and bring the dead back to living... It was just really awesome to read, and to think that it was written hundreds and hundreds of years ago, and was hidden in a cave to prevent destruction by the Romans. Gave a bit of a shiver up my spine and I was like... "Oooooooo.... cooooooool!"

There was so much of the ROM TO see, I was a little sad I couldn't just go haywire and run around the museum like the fascinated child in me really wanted to. It's been years and years since I got free range of the ROM (it was my first time inside the new wing, and I'm still not a fan of it. Inside OR out, though I think the original structure still inside the building was very cool), and I got to see the gemstones exhibit, the dinosaur exhibit, the Dead Sea Scrolls, I got a quick look at ancient world artifacts, though we walked through so quickly on our last minute hunt for the Book of the Dead, I was far too fascinated by a line up of flintlock rifles (those things are MASSIVE!!!!!) to really register where we were in the museum. Also got a passing glance of the mammals exhibit, and the awesome gold mosaic tile ceiling that used to be the main entrance of the ROM.

I'm so so so so glad Sarah and her family invited me along!

To the left (and by left I mean right, because I'm ridiculous) I have my drawing of Rebel. I didn't think I was going to finish this today because of the trip to Toronto, and I didn't like the way it was going, and I wasn't very fond of it in general. I don't do very well whenever I draw Rebel, and I really don't know why. He's cautious and thinks about everything he does. He's the counter weight to Ninja, who is very sporadic and doesn't think about anything she does. He's fiercely protective of his little sister (who is really not his little sister, but he raised her since she was practically a baby and that's just how they roll) and normally gets himself injured in the process of saving her from some reckless choice she made. In their story, he actually gets killed because she didn't think her actions through and in saving her.. he took a couple arrows to the back and didn't recover.

After that, Ninja thought a little bit more about her actions and became a little more hardened and stopped treating everything in life like some sort of massive game.

I think I'm going to redraw this picture.. Just because I've finally worked out what I would like this image to look like, and I'm not satisfied with his costume, and there's some anatomy things that are really bothering me.

Anyways, I'm tired. I crashed at like.. 8:12 last night and woke up at 8:30 this morning, I think I'm good to go to sleep again!

I'm out; 11:15