The Exorcism of a Mind Shadow

I think I have been searching for this image for a long time. The movement from wide to narrow. The obscure, yet haunting figures.
The shadows promising body, shape and substance. The ambiguity, of mood, found somewhere in the middle ground, between sadness, fear and mystery.
What does it mean? What is the meaning of life?
The years of labor leave us broken and empty. Used until hallow. All for what? What meaning is there in toil? Sweating to make another rich. Hoping, one day, to retire and watch game shows all day. Is that what this image is about?
And then again; prehaps it is all one huge cosmic joke. There are no answers because there are no questions. Mayhap we take our selves too serious.
I had fun drawing this image. I think it has been creeping around, in my head, for a long time. Sometimes, a dream is just a dream.
Now begone, demon of my mind. I face you, I name you, I give you to my God, and I move on.
Ain’t that rather poetic for the exorcism of a mind shadow?
Having fun with it was enough. I need not know why.
