This is the version Matt requested without the original text. Original here :http://www.hitrecord.org/records/754447
I thought this might make a really great chorus to a song, or else a tiny story.
(I picture it repeated with long gaps between lines, so the meaning changes each time more is added to the phrase — starting negative, moving to ambivalent, getting nearly nihilistic, but then ending with the hint of redemption. (e.g. "I'm tired." I'm tired of being tired." I'm tired of being tired of being tired." "I'm tired of being tired of being tired of being."))
A quick one while listening to "Yes, we're sinking" by eaneikciv which I heard from brookeduckart 's "raindrops (reMIX-02) animation . Lovely records which I kinda fell deeply in love with. haha
Damn, this took me much longer than I though it would. I apologize for my poor English. I'm already working on a colored version, but if anyone wants to give it a try, please do!
The floor, it so envied that all-mighty ceiling,
and friends in low ones. :)
I've been meaning to add to the Shadow Collab and the Tiny Stories.
Here's trying to hit two birds with one stone - although I think I just grazed one and the other is in denial about being a bird in the first place. Sigh. Damn metaphors.
An illustration for aimeecanto's tiny story 'Silence!'
'He wanted to scream to the world how much he loved her, but they were at the library, so he whispered.'
The way I pictured it with them hiding behind a book and being surrounded by books, I figured that it may as well be in a Library of Tiny Stories.
Pen, Ink & marker illustration on clay-board, then scratch-board techniques to carve out detail, scanned in and digitally finished.
Question: Do you think this would be stronger if I had 1 or 2 balloons floating away in the background, plus 1 or 2 strings and popped pieces on the ground? Thoughts?
Like bubbles journeying through the sea
The octopus wanted to be free
He held on to four balloons
And gently floated to the moon
FINALS ARE FINISHED! I'm exhausted. It was a terrible week, too.
HERE'S A NEW REC IN CELEBRATION TO THE COMMENCEMENT OF WINTER BREAK!
NEEDS A STORY?
hmm...Should have worked more on the blending of the shades. oh well. Something to improve!!
As I fell into the black hole, white noise filled my ears and the grey matter inside me began to fade away...
When Mr. Fox comes to visit,
And he's properly fed,
Mom let's him read me a story,
And then put me to bed.
Map maker, map maker, make me a map.
I look and observe but can't see.
Make it one to one scale, without single gap:
Every rock, every thought, every tree.
The critic stared into the blank white abyss,
Wondering if there was something he had missed,
Thinking, "I'll be the first person to get this",
But little did he know that the painting was gone,
Taken down because it has needed to be worked on.
for all the forgotten dreams children leave behind as the years go on
like creeping jenny flowers, the fields are endless and all attached to each other
in endless vines.