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Stitched up


Threaded with yarn


Mostly pieces


That aren't us


Made into one


As though we


Could be fixed


By foreign parts


Of a stranger


And yet I'm quiet


With a patchwork mouth


I can't keep closed


Even though


It knows the red


You cover yourself in


How many poems


Must a writer write


Before anyone believes


He's more than just words?


Syllables


Poor metaphors


Declarations of love


I wish you could decipher


But even then


He knows you know


And that's the part


That feels most


Like death


The part that feels


Most


Like a dream


Or rather


Waking from one


And if you're that,


A dream, a nightmare


Then steal the air


From this familiar room


And just let me,


Let me go back to sleep

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(2014) pencil, ink, digital color

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I can easily say one of the highlights for the year was flying to the UK to see the ever-fab Pamagotchi dance in the Somerset lavender fields so I could make a cinemagraph out of it. 

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  • Poppies





  • On the water 





  • Night Daisy





  • Kilimanjaro Fading 





  • Traveling Time - RLP : Vanishing Point





  • Sky Reflection





  • Little One





  • lost at shore





  • Balloon Secrets (segment idea)





  • steep grade.





  • sitting at the fork 





  • Ocean



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This is more just an information sketch book page on the tribe that the Rainbow Crow story originates from: the Lenni Lenape tribe, as well as a potential visualization for the story. The sketches are based on research and photographs taken of this tribe (known as Lenape, Lenni Lenape or the Delware Indians (the name given to them by the European settlers)) and are as close as I can get to genuine tribal traditions. We dont have much visual representation of indigenous peoples on HitRecord, despite the wealth of amazing imagery associated with those cultures. This story could be a brilliant opportunity for us to really dive into them, and also respectfully and accurately portray a classic folk legend.


Suggested Visual Treatment for Rainbow Crow:
Color and light play such a huge part in this story, that I think the color choices in the illustrations should be quite minimal and very intentional. During the ravages of winter, keep the world mostly muted in grays, blacks and ghostly blues (this includes the people and the animals) with the exception being Rainbow Crow. As Crow flies towards the home of “the creator who creates by thinking what will be” there are slight yellows coming from the low hanging sun but still Crow is the most vivid and most beautiful. As Crow carries the stick back towards earth the fires blazes with the same intensity of Crow’s rainbow wings which are slowly turning that deep unforgiving black. The beauty of the color is not entirely lost though because once fire is brought to earth and given to the people and the animals, whatever it illuminates is filled with bursts of color all the exact hues that used to present in Crow’s wings.

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Stop, repeat, play the tape back, cut to the scene I love


When I found the low light to be as warm as the rising sun


And we stepped on each other's toes and I failed to believe


In anything that hadn't to do with you and me


But as time is wont to do, hours passed, and left me on the shoulder


Fast forward to memories I haven't yet forgotten


And we're not even close to the figures we used to be


One broken, one lost, both parties present but at tremendous cost


Maybe I'll pour another drink and meet your eyes over glass


Sing a song I wrote that was already about you and I in the past


Try to save the pieces, put this puzzle back together


Knowing that the picture on the box couldn't mend me now


Even if we could find every jigsaw part to fit


It's still just the double exposure of me apart from you


Nursing bottles all the way to the coast


And back again, without the heat of your breath so close


I'm not the thing that shattered you, not the rock nor the arrow


But I watched the avalanche play its tune in F Sharp 


While records spun mute like scorched ballerinas


What is it that I'm trying to bring into the grave with me?


A semblance of closure, maybe, or knowing I'm not just another hornet


In the swarm that pulled the skin right off your frame


Until all that remained, was a skeleton that couldn't change


And never would

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CONTRIBUTE HERE


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EVERYONE W/ A CAMERA: RECord your unique stories and experiences for this Q&A:



  • What would you try and save if your home were on fire, and why? Would you just let everything burn?


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Thanks!


 

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So here's a really belated cheque photo, since it came through the mail the day after I caught a plane to HoA UK. But it is unbelievably super duper to come home to a cheque that will help pay off a trip to meet hitRECorders in person. gahh I'm officially a paid artist! You're all pretty marv, influencing what I'd like to do in life and so forth. Thank you for everything. <3


 


Love,


Steph.

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For Cerebis's collab.  2 takes; 1st is my favourite.


This is why I'm not an actress, ha ha.


RAW and encoded in h.264, but let me know if you want higher res versions, or if you'd like me to redo.


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I have dark thoughts.


Sometimes, I think about doing things.


Bad things.


But I would never actually do anything.


Everyone has dark thoughts.


Don’t they?

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