In honor of the Eighth month, here is my final tribute to the beautiful Eighth Doctor—whom I love so very, very much. Despite the traumatic circumstances of his regeneration (he woke up freezing in a morgue, for goodness’ sake!), he is bright, enthusiastic, honest, and one of the sweetest and most passionate Doctors ever. Though, at times, the pendulum too easily swings to a darker, colder nature full of snark and weary of battle. Over time he is broken by pain and loss, driven to the edge of insanity and heartbreak, until at last the Time War destroys him. Every Doctor since has had to cope with the memory of what Eight endured…and usually ends up following a similar pattern.
I’ve tried to capture that transition, from his beautiful, golden beginning, to his broken, hardened, world-weary (and much disputed) end. Lots of symbolism, besides. The butterflies because he has an actual butterfly room in his TARDIS! *___* The silhouettes in the middle are my failed attempt at portraying the Doctor and Morbius’ fall in the BigFinish audio drama “The Vengeance of Morbius”. And Gallifrey and blood because…yeah.
EIGHT NEEDS MORE LOVE, PEOPLE! More recent Doctors have stolen all the (very much deserved) attention, so this is my shoutout for Whovians to remember Eight! Do not overlook him, he is wonderful! I’m praying the 50th will have mention of him and stir the depths of the well for interest. Seriously, give Eight half a chance and he’ll run off with your heart! …and drink all your tea.
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