Rage against the dying of the light

This week my patrons requested me to illustrate the prompt: The brave warrior, fighting back waves of banality and nihilism.

I didn't know how to combine banality and nihilism, because in my head the former is vulgar and the latter is deep, one is plastic and transparent and the other smoke and dark.... So I decided to illustrate the warrior fighting just one of them: nihilism.

As I said, nihilism for me is related to darkness, so the way to fight had to be a light. Thus, a brave warrior with a torch seemed the perfect character for the illustration. Once I saw her surrounded by skulls in the shadows, the poem from Dylan Thomas came spontaneously into my mind:

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Thanks for your support, especially to my patrons that allow me to keep attempting to create art.
🐺 George