In honor of the Eighth month, my 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 end. Paul Mcgann is extremely difficult to paint, but I love him beyond words!
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Plus now every time I watch "Closing Time" and 11 says to Craig "Look! They've even given me a badge with my name in case I forget who I am. Very thoughtful as that does happen..." I will remember Paul McGann dropping to his knees draped in a bedsheet and crying "WHO AM IIIIIIIIIII?!"
Hee, yes, that is exactly what that quote was referencing! XD
And Eight is so adorable, isn't he? I highly, highly recommend the Big Finish audio dramas that follow his life story after the movie up until his end in "Night of the Doctor." They are amazing, wonderful, heartbreaking, and give you a much better understanding of what Eight went through in becoming The Doctor we see today.
I adore this piece...it is ridiculous how much I adore Eight (and have since the movie) and how much this piece moves me...