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jesterlady
- Seattle, WA
- Last Record: 2013-04-10 10:20:05 +0800
- Joined: Sep 03, 2010
- http://jesterlady.live...
All hearts given this week
This is a little disclaimer I'm going to start putting on these weekly heart albums.
For some reason my dashboard is not updating so I'm not getting notifications of when people comment or heart my stuff and I'm also not seeing REmixes for my hearts or people I subscribe to.
With that being the case I want to apologize if I don't respond back to you right away. It's not because I don't want to.
Also, if you have anything you upload that you really want me in particular to see, link it to these albums, cause I can check these regularly and I'll only have to look at one place. Give me comments here as well.
Definitely still heart the RECords, but if there's anything you need me to know, tell me here. :)
I don't want to miss anything!
Thanks and <3!
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The little hot air balloon liked to pretend that it was a planet orbitting the Sun.... |
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In her kitten-eared cloak, She never got soaked, So she could stand out in the rain, And ponder a world, So entirely absurd, That it l... |
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Even an unconventional princess dreams of happy endings.
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I’m the sound outside I’m the shadow in the twilight I’m the fear in your eyes I’m the unknown around you I’m the en... |
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There are stories in your veins and only you can read the words.
Bubbles!!!
YEAH!
Found an awesome pretty girl and stuff!
Did this one last night. This made me think of marching elephants in a dream.
There was something about SRL73's sketch (in resources) that I really liked (probably the Beetlejuice inspired arms!) so I thought I'd just REmix it & bring it a little to life! <3
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The water watched the dancer and said, "I can tap dance too!" Then it rained down upon the concrete, pitter pattering as it went to it's own rhythm. |
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At a young age, my grandfather had his polio twisted leg |
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I submitted this as an entry in the 26th Annual Alfred Joyce Kilmer Memorial Bad Poetry Contest hosted by the Philolexian Society of Columbia University...and while I didn't win, I was awarded a... |
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Harharhar. Threw this together very quickly. Feel free to print it off, carry it in your wallet, change the rules, whatever you like. Just don't use it in court.
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Yesterday, I danced through puddles |
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Radio talk show hosts, the newspaper, and internet homepages told me that 11:11 on 11/11/11 is the luckiest time the world’s seen in the last hundred years. It’s a time to make wishe... |
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This is just an image I put together for Rochelle Boucher's "Tap Dance - tiny story" and jesterlady's "Tap Dance REmix" :) It's just something that came to mind and I decided to make it, a whim. Hope it looks okay and maybe helps get people to other remixes for their RECords! Cheers!
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The voices in my head may not be real, but they have some good ideas. |
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Your heart is the head upon Cupid’s arrow - all hearts are such instruments. And with his bow bent, the cherubim fires, we careen exponentially forward.... |
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I know this background pic is saintmakers and I gave it a heart sometime last month, but I can't find the photo. I need help please!
Just kind of popped into my head at work today.
Third in a series of ...?
Just a Regular Joe going around looking for some collaborators...
Courtney Price
22 x 30 inches
charcoal on paper
The crocodile hated Fairy Tale themed birthday parties.
Yeah - not sure where this came from!
Stop motion/live action short i made. 7 people race invisible motorbikes down a street. Chaos is enjoyed by all.
a little fall formal mash up.
...because the orginal was terrible quality, sorry!
Hey, I added some colors to Feather's draw. It's not really colors of cats, but I hope you enjoy it ;)
This can be used as a background of some sort. Or used in a video/collage.
Botanical Gardens in Ringwood, NJ
The old translation brain started whirring before bedtime:
Apologies for mistakes!
Encore éveillée et le monde semble réel
Je suis un lapin dans un océan de miel
Je ne reve pas pour toi
Tu ne reve plus pour moi
Mais je te donne tous mes reves
pour danser ensembles dans les nuages.
Trouve moi, je suis encore la
Au champ, dans l'air, au vent
Trouve moi, et oublie toute ta douleur
Ici, l'ennemi n'existe pas
Je ne reve pas pour toi
Les nuages sont loin d'ici
Mais nous ne mourrons pas
Mon amour, nous sommes l'infini
Nos deux atomes deviennent une bombe
Nos deux atomes deviennent une bombe
Nos deux atomes deviennent un chanson
Saw this gorgeous footage thanks to the RECollection and carved a mininarrative out of it. It could stand for some narration.
Perhaps of someone losing a message or meaning?
This is the doorless outhouse up at my mom's cabin. I love this image and think it has a lot of possibility for REmixing!
the most wonderful time of the year <3
Was doing some singing tonight and learned this song, from the 1918 Puccini opera Gianni Schicchi. It's public domain in the US. I sang it in E flat and added some effects. This was really just for fun.
O mio babbino caro, My dear father,
mi piace è bello, bello; I like him, he's beautiful, beautiful;
vo'andare in Porta Rossa I want to go to Porta Rossa
a comperar l'anello! and buy the ring!
Sì, sì, ci voglio andare! Yes, yes, I want to go!
e se l'amassi indarno, And if my love is in vain,
andrei sul Ponte Vecchio, I would go upon Ponte Vecchio (the old Bridge in Florence),
ma per buttarmi in Arno! only to jump in the Arno (the river in Florence)
Mi struggo e mi tormento! I long for him and torment myself
O Dio, vorrei morir! O God, I'd like to die!
Babbo, pietà, pietà! Father, have pity, have pity!
I see this sunset everyday at 6:30pm, well 5:30pm now and I felt compelled to paint it. But i'll be going back to my trés morté very soon.
Nice shot, Tbakes...
Took this while out on one of my many adventures.
This is a sample of MissAmerica's idea to make a Hitrecord Postcard, to sell it and also using it like advertising. I love the possibility to send it to somebody, from here or from anywhere. I chose one of the images of her collabs, but could be another. Let me know what you think so we can start making those things.
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Loneliness is a terrible houseguest. First of all, it always arrives uninvited, and second, it overstays its welcome. No matter how many times you sigh and take note of the late hour... |
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Et voilà, mes chéris...I think I kinda put all my feelings of the day into this tune...I don't quite know what to think about it. Again by heart <3
Had my sketchpad out, fiddling with some new methods of drawing the face, when the "Real Fish Can Fly" tiny story popped into my brain. Then this happened.
Also, .20 mm. sakura pen, where have you BEEN all my life?
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My deepest thanks to sabine, ThadicalRadical and melis for their help and guidance in rewriting this story. I am working on a second part, which I hope to have up by the weekend. :) ... |
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This is only the beginning (and it needs a lot of work yet to be smoother) of a much larger animation I am currently working on, inspired by Mirtle's wonderful illustrations. Stay tuned ;^)
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Night falls and Day breaks. |
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I loved this sketch and wanted to give it some color <3
I have a date today. My first in a very long time. This is how my twisted mind chooses to interpret it... and possibly explain just why it's been so long.
May ink and repost later.
Grand Teton Nation Park, WY
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Chapter two: Hard day's night
It had been a long day for Professor Ludwig Van Glockinhousen, (This i... |
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Chapter one: In the middle of the room was a cardboard box. Daniel had no idea what the contents were, he wasn't even expecting a package from anyone, he thought maybe it ... |
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(Arranged to the tune of "Lily of the West") The Lady Kate is a lazy boat, |
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A tiny story inspired by chopsticksroad's drawing.
Very rough, but the idea is there... This was a great sketch to work with.
So, originally, I wasn't planning on posting this version here. I have a bit of a love/hate relationship with it. But I was ill these last few days and couldn't finish the project I've been working on, and it's been a while since I posted a song here. So I thought I should maybe post this (as an 'in the meantime' thingy) and see what other people think about it...
I guess it would actually be lovely to finally know which version of this song people like more. So if anyone out there feels like comparing the two, do cast your vote! :)
human, duck, cow, dog pig...?
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Eyelash kisses On the crisp of my neck, By the beach Of Frozen regret.
I left my scarf at home, Leaving... |
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So this is a song that's meant for waking up somewhere new. I wrote it as if I was waking up in a dreamy subway station where not everything is as it should be. In trying to figure out where I am, I end up on a train that appears to be broken down, and suddenly it takes off and throws me into the seat, everything in the windows is illuminated and other worldly
Short minimalist study. Sounds somewhat mysterious so I thought someone could use it for a tiny/short film.
Added some thangs.
I'm not that great at naming songs. Hope you like it.
I was just messing around and thought this might be a good base for someone to remix.
A little composition.
This is another Cisco's remix, Sinking, I hope you all like this! :o)
This is my remix for the wonderful drawing: Dreaming of the Sea! :)
A little remix for some of my favorite cat-cat drawings. Happy Thanksgiving everyone!!!
A drawing. From a photograph found in some issue of National Geographic.
Saw this little bit by JGrimm, and I just thought of this piece.
The little story reminds me of something hopeful and happy being melted away, broken down. So I had some bright colors fading away, streaming away to the bottom, and the colors at the bottom are a little duller and everything.
Yup, there ya go.
In summer 2010, three of my friends cycled across the US to raise money for Lance Armstrong's cancer charity (with me as the support driver). This was my musical appeal to Lance to go all out and meet us at our journey's end in Washington D.C.
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She took off one mask, then another And discovered that her own face was now gone. |
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The floor, it so envied that all-mighty ceiling, |
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Mirtle's image and Metaphorest's poem wouldn't leave my dreams alone and, inspired, i went and began another project, turning house and home into a forest of well-used scrap paper.
In the midst of hectic Thanksgiving preparations but I wanted to share this initial photo.
intro for the ebook
The wind seduced the clouds today,
The heartbroken sun then ran away.
Their coupling caused a thunderous refrain,
And when it was over, it started to rain.
