Text: Huevito De Dio | Translation: Egg of God
24in x 36 in Graphite
Inspired by the nickname my mom gave to my younger brother "huevito de mama" meaning egg of mother. We all in theory are eggs of god. Seeds from the greatest man of all time. Who gave life to those who grace this earth. My mom is technically my god, my creator. Me and my brother were her seeds.
However I don't believe in god.
My mother does.
She always had tried to get me to pursue religion for the sake of my sanity. To fix what is wrong with me. It's all gods plan and I have to follow him to solve my problems. People aren't perfect, we know this already. But Christians, they're perfect. God's good people sin knowing they can pray it away. Forgive and forget. Sounds more devilish than most who accept flaws.
God's angels watch over as they make deals with the devil and know your dirty little secrets.The digital footprint of all our sins will never be prayed out of existence.
