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Amber Dawn Hilton
- Visalia, CA
- Last Record: 2013-05-20 09:09:45 -1000
- Joined: Aug 08, 2011
- www.adhgraphicdesign.com
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I am starting this now and adding to it through the next couple days. I as many of you will not be available on HR much this weekend because of Christmas and visiting family out of town. Happy Holidays everyone!
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The little snowflake knew even when it became part of the mass on the ground, That it would always be unique.
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There once was a story that remained untold. |
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Gore along the door, blood on the hood, beware the car-nivore or become its food.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: |
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A rough draft. Things will probably change.
Well, it's tomorrow and the well-deserved gift basket, to ALL cast members, collaborators, conceptualizer(s) and everyone actively involved in this AMAZING project, is here. To you who made it possible - make sure to enjoy your WINE and a selection of fine, gourmet chocolate by GODIVA [Commemorative edition] /Hehehe/ because THE BIG has arrived (almost) - December 22nd - I think I speak for everyone when I say: "We are anxiously waiting :-) "
There has always been a sort of struggle and misunderstanding between my imagination, my hand, the pencil, and the paper. I also created such high standards of creative self expression for myself that the words "creative self expression" had begun to rapidly lose its meaning and joy, and since I have always been a natural introvert and loner it made self expression, not only on paper, rather difficult.
Drawing this in pen and ink, knowing that I won't be able to erase anything, felt very therapeutic... and fucking invigorating for the constrained child I seem to carry around with me.
To the people that bother to look at this, please share your "Artist's Block" stories with me if you wish. I will certainly read them all :')
-There are no resources or tags for this because it is purely my own and I don't know what to tag it as.
K-WREC HitRECord Radio is pleased to announce the PREMIER presentation of PANOPTICON.
The show will go out 9 pm EST (6 pm PST , 2 am GMT, 10 am WST) on the 22nd/23rd
A radio play created by Sabine with contributions from many hitrecoders , this is the first of 7 episodes.
the show will repeat in the station playlist every 4 hours, so it can be heard at 1AM, 5AM, 9AM, 1PM, 5PM, and again at 9PM
Tune in with your favourite media player...
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'Hush' for a moment, wait one second more, then be silent and stand perfectly still. A gentle ... |
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Bonjour mes chéris!!!! It's great to be back. I missed you guys so so much and I missed this place. Thank you all the kind words and messages you sent me. It was a rough travel but I'm back now and so happy to hit the REd button again. Thank you again for always being here and cheering me up. I love you so much, mes amours. Again by heart <3
Series #2 - Lost Love Found.
I'm a practicing photographer ^_^
here is my page: https://www.facebook.com/BriarRoseSchausPhotography.page
Today,December 21, is my hitrecord anniversary,(it's time to celebrate! and I made some cupcakes) I have a lot to say, but I don't want to bore you, so here is a tiny resume about how much i love hitrecord: this year I discovered that, my ideas can go out of my mind and they can refuge in a place called hitrecord. thank you everybody! thanks for all the recommendations, thanks for all the nice remarks, and everything! thank you thank you!
Another character that i thought i would drop off into the hitrecord carehome.
I tried to recreate an aged pilot. He used to sale the skys but is now resigned to the ground. Drawn with a vacant look on his face. He's loosing what was once his and his alone, memories. The skys he once called 'home' and clouds he once called 'friend', are leaving him for greener pastures.
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He was used to doing Hammerheads, As the enemy cried for mummy, But the only Barrel Rolls the aviator sees now Are those that protrude from his tummy. |
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I was inspired by MERYLtastic's A New Earth Visual Poem, where she did something very similar to this, where the poem is shaped to a globe. She said to freel free to play around, and I have played with fonts and colour! The closer to the end of the poem you get, the more diverse the fonts are, although I don't know how well that comes across.
And of course, I couldn't have done it without the transcription!
UPDATE 10th Jan 2012:
I'm going to go ahead and contribute this to the New Earth Typography collab started by RegularJoe. I know this RECord isn't what he was asking for (i.e. it's not separate lines to be used individually as titles) but because it is typography, it seemed appropriate, somehow. Maybe it will foster ideas? Or help in some way? At any rate, I thought it couldn't hurt.
Here's the next batch, hope you find something you want to contribute to! :D
NOTE: I forgot to put the little red button on "and a new earth REPRISE" to signify that it's a collaboration created by RegularJOE. So, if you read this, now you know. I'll do my best to remember in the future, lol. Cheers all!
Merry Christmas Fractaldust! I thought I would give you something that was a little more personal, I saw on your past records that you love maths and your story about fractals, so I thought it would be cool if i could do something with that theme. I hope that I didn't get the equation wrong! If I did, sorry! Maths is not my specialty.
Also if you want the real copy sent i'm more than happy to post it to you :) You can just post me your address in my ask box on tumblr here: http://chloe0489.tumblr.com/ask
Hope you like it :)
Chloe
an arrangement of carol of the bells, woo! (music is public domain, lyrics aren't, for those who were curious)
happy holidays, flyaway! hope you enjoy! :)
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we're there... almost. We are still trying to iron out a few problems but are now ready to offer you a beta. If you would like to have a listen just choose the link below for your me... |
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like a broken flower
i recoil
my petals wilted
forgotten
like a broken record
i repeat myself
and the noise became
unbearable
and where dreams maintain
the stars collide
where ghosts won't haunt
i'll remain
like a broken wing
i'll mend again
and remove myself
from your heart