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jesterlady
- Seattle, WA
- Last Record: 2013-04-09 19:20:05 -0700
- Joined: Sep 02, 2010
- http://jesterlady.live...
All hearts for this week. Please link anything you want me to see or respond to here.
Postcard #12!
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After committing yet another awkward blunder as a kid, my mom used to pat my back gently, and offer me consoling words of wisdom: “Don’t beat yourself up. You’re only hum... |
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She said, “I don’t remember saying that.” |
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The Invisible Family plays charades!
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When breeze stroke her hair, and her fingers ran through that wine. |
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In a town where nothing real happens lived Thomas and his beloved floating fish. The township is located just beyond the City of Doors, and a few miles from the outskirts of N... |
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(In need of Tiny Story)
so I mixed up some results of "hedgehog and potato bear" and redraw it.it's sad,I'm sorry :/
Maybe Cactus and Balloon can be involved in this.Maybe the story is not finished yet.
so thanks sinnamin, LydiaSaskia and Jeff Lo! :)
(sorry for bad english again)
This s a remix of Hermit the crabs brilliant record "Dalkulla discovers Wilhelm" Please check out his original in the resources if you havent already....its wicked!
for the Dalkulla and Wilhelm Collab
Lots of resources to cite here...
idea: An animated loop of this, with very subtle motion (ie the chain swinging, eyes occasionally blinking, etc ). Words could fade in and out of the speechballoon as if one half of a conversation with the viewer. Also some soft sound effects playing, creaking boards, breeze, maybe a distant kitchen...
Find the layered .psd file here:
just a book of doodles i've been working on.
Overlay is in 720p hd, mp4 files.
Some day, almost all humans will be partially (if not more) machine. Blood, skin, and bone wll fuse with metal to create something more. Something better. At least that's what they'll want us to believe.
Oh, you think I am just spouting off some futuristic scence fiction crap, right? I assure you this is real, and it is happening right now.
And I am proof. Written by :AeB.
about what?
Thought I would add some colour to Russell :D
I decided my piece titled "blue" wasn't quite blue enough...
Hipster moustaches
dark, very dark--and yellow!
I separated the woman with the little plane of the rest of the remix.
It's in PNG, and I obsessively removed the white edges of the cutout, so she is ready to be remixed more times!
loved riistan's original, did a vectorized redraw, recolored, and switched out here and how with hitrecord. :) Think it could make a pretty awesome tee graphic.
Overlay is in hd, mp4 file
I mixed together a few musician friends of mine to remix this dope ass track by Malicore.
Took AlmostSound's beautiful picture and did some compositing work. Enjoy, and look through parts II-V if you like this one haha.
My contribution for the Comics with empty Speech Bubbles Collab. :)
Another song fragment!
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All your talk of mountains and lakes, |
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the picture is a bit older but I love it still. :-) It would be creepy even if we would actually observe someone while we are sleeping hm?
Sinnamin requested a friend for Russell, and here it is.....Sherman the highly flammable sheep
Random remix...
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The pencil wrote a love note to the pen.
But it wasn't permanent. |
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A sojushot's remix!!!!!
I love the album "Always, a light" made by TheSerpentTheCharmer, so I decide to play with one of his pictures, I decided to make a remix with the shadows include, I did a remix named "Where Shadows Dwell" so I am going to call this one: Where shadows dwell 2. Hope you like it! :)
I thought these videos combined were perfect for this song. I did a lot of editing, but i dont think this is the final cut.
Also, sorry the audio is not the best, tried fixing it, but nothing worked.
Resources:
Sing it softly, ROBOTIC, and Why are we so dizzy by taramarie
Altered- Joab Nevo
A remix with 2 amazing illustrations! :)
A Whiskey Picnic
Ain’t no grapes and ripped bread, we sip whiskey instead
We drink and dream of casks and caskets
On a whiskey picnic you don’t need no basket
Two shots for the road lightens the load
But five or six And you’re really fixed
On highways and byways we walk the train tracks
And forget the way back
Our voices rattle and chain down whiskey lane
As we sing a song it carries us along
Our whiskey picnic ho-down Feels warm on the way down
That corn wine flow don’t lay us low
Whiskey picnics don’t end when you got bottled friends
Our throats washed in gold, it never gets old
On outdoor dinners we’ll fill our jiggers
And toast God’s barrels, sing whiskey carols
Whet our lips and kiss with candor when our blood’s half amber
We forget to speak and fall asleep
Lay our glasses down on leaf and ground
Whiskey picnic roll-around
We wake for swigs, hair full of twigs
Slurred sweet nothings that pluck our heartstrings
My bottle’s yours, we break only for pours
We’re star-crossed drunks, we raise our cups
To getting’ frisky: Cheers, darlin’, here’s to whiskey.
By Gillian South Goodman
Inspired by TheSerpentTheCharmer's 'Always, A Light' series
Watercolor
