this is a landscape of my city Whangarei in New Zealand.....or how I like to see it. The landscape is the treasure of my city.

An inventor of sorts. 

A young girl, her body still tender from childhood, yet her on her chest are the soft swells of her small, growing breasts, her hips starting to widen, her body curving, all roundness and softness, and hair sprouting abover her sex and under her arms. Her red cloak, the color of blood, symbolizes menstruation, and upon putting it on she embraces womanhood, accepts the blood smeared on her inner thighs as part of her life from now on.

As she sets off down the road to her grandmother's house she also sets off into the road of life. She was given instructions to stay on the path that leads specifically to her grandmother's house, made and followed by generations before. These aren't just instructions, these are conventions, one that she must follow to be a functional and productive part of society. As a woman she must follow the approved decorum of a woman, she must never stray from the path, deviate from what she is supposed to be. 

But on the way she meets the wolf and its feral nature is alluring and exotic. But it isn't the danger she must stay away from. It is a danger, or a danger like her elders and her society says. But it is her sexuality and in engaging in a conversation with it, she starts to embrace it. She gradually becomes a sexual creature, as strong and independent, and certainly as uncontrallable, as the wolf. 

The woodsman, her saviour from the big, bad wolf, is the patriarchal society that Red lives in. He is the convention, the lawmaker, the  big man in charge of what things should be. By saving Red, he prevents her from embracing her sexuality and he convinces her that the wolf is bad for her, that being sexual creature isn't something she should be. The wolf dies an undignified death, all guts and offal exposed and it's blood spilt on the ground.

But that's in the old tale. REd knows she cannot always follow convention, that she doesn't need any saving and the wolf doesn't really pose as a danger. But the wolf will try to consume her, as it is in its nature. So Red will take matters into its own hands and tame it, be the master of her own sexuality.

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I love all the little red riding hood reimaginations here on hitrecord and I just wanted to play upon it with something my university English professor (who was very brilliant) discussed in class. We were reading "The Politically Correct Little Red Riding Hood" ( i may have the title wrong but these were very amusing and makes you really think about what the old tale missed and got wrong)  and he got into this really long discussion about feminism and the symbols in the story, which really got me interested in feminism in the first place.

Inspired by phenomenaaa's amazing 'A (tiny, lovely) Moment' :)

She jumped and her dress inflated as she drifted like a leaf to the floor.

One day he told her about life, 'there is a fight going on inside you and everyone else to, it is between two wolves'. he paused 'one is bad, the other one good' she thought for a moment and said 'but which one will win?' He replied 'the one you feed'.

ended up sketching this while listening to amferraro's lovely piece when you bloom. I decided to scan it in but using just lines for flowers wasn't enough so I extracted vigitter's cherry blossoms and used them to fill the face instead. 

thanks and hope you enjoy. 

Someone's not a morning kitty.

Sorry couldn't help myself, I saw RedrustedHat's RECord and couldnt help but make this quick sketch :)

loved the sketch, I still use coloring books sometimes :)

watercolor. sorry for the lack of records. I have 3 exams coming up... and I probably shouldn't have made this into a youtube video cause I should be studying. u__u

I was browsing through images of astro/space kinda stuff and found two awesome illustrations, so I decided to play around with them. I inverted Wirrow’s image and made their helmet’s into hearts…and wrote a tiny story inspired by Paperlilies image. Here’s the result.

pencil on paper 2011

I dunno what this is.

Take it, draw on it, colour it make it something more than it is already pleeaasee.

In case anyone wants to do their own colouring of the original, here ya go. 

Pen and watercolor