Bones.

I have an obsession with bones. The human skeleton fascinates me. Wrapping my mind around how they grow and how the body itself just works so perfectly isn't even possible for my mind. I have a tendency to turn this fascination into art, art that many of my friends find a little creepy. I'm not some creepy goth though, I promise. The human body, ultimately its bones, are something that will never cease to amaze me so I will never stop portraying that through my art. Bones have the ability to express so much emotion, which is funny because they are so basic but so important. When God created the Earth, Adam was made from dust and then He made Eve from a bone. Bone marrow can be injected into the body and knows EXACTLY where it needs to be and heads there. Our bodies are beautifully and wonderfully made, they work in such a harmony that can only come from one place: an all knowing and all powerful God. When I think about how our bodies work I can't believe that other people can look at everything that our bodies do and tell me straight to my face that God doesn't exist, that we are just products of evaluation. I see my facts and they see their's, but I'm firm in where I stand and will forever have a huge respect for how we operate every minute of every day.