Once upon a time there was a very dull family that lived in a very dull town, a town not even worth mentioning by name. This family was structured like most boring families with one irksome Mother, one pretentious Father, one idiotic Son, and one vain Daughter. They excelled at fulfilling their stereotypes on a daily basis. Mother had brilliant shining ideas pooling about in her brain, but refused to put her tongue to her teeth and speak them aloud. Father had the most skilled hands in the world with so much dexterity one metaphor could not properly encompass it, but he used them primarily for clacking computer buttons at snail speeds and clasping sweating beer cans. Son and Daughter both had keen eyes and ears and could see great distances and hear pins dropping, but would spend hour and...
I left out the white boxes typical of comic/graphic novels so that letterers can have a bit more freedom with insertion of the lines from Metaphorest's poem. Have free reign!
"From a distance,
looked just like a star.
So, when she fell from a tall tree,
instead of rushing to her aid,
the watching witnesses made wishes on her
(Which never came true)"
This was intended for Henriette Hexagram Head---but maybe someone else can come up with a tiny story for it?
I had quite a bit of fun trying to illustrate sojushots short story "Hiding"! these particular monsters are supposed to look like mutated memories of people that went from reality to nightmares. I am no good at lettering, so If someone wanted to re-mix sojushots story or a work of their own digitally into this image---I would be ever so grateful!
"An anthem can be “oh say can you see”
About a people fighting the “good” fight towards prosperity
Or the words can go “god save the queen”
Not hard to divine what those sentences mean
The words may change as they flit between lands
But there is an undeniable sameness that any anthem demands
Those people are singing with a sense of pride and unity
And while not patriotic myself it’s a sight I cant see
Without feeling a little tug at my heart
That while those people are pulled together I am pushed apart
Left standing perpetually cold on the fringe
Wishing it was a dream that would stop with a pinch
What are the words that my people can chant?
I can’t be the only one needing to rant
So it was the first of June and once again felt quite isolated
After having been told that my art work was hated
For being overly creepy and twisted beyond need
When I looked down on my phone and saw I had a message to read
It was simple and said that “there was this site I should check
The moment my at&t black hole lets me get on the internet
It’s called hitrecord and well, it’s pretty odd
Which made me think you might like it” (and of course I just nod)
And then I found our anthem, our place
Where the outsiders can gather, without fear of disgrace
Where our words and songs are written each and every day
And illuminated as well, for those who prefer to communicate that way
So Hear ye hear ye
All you losers, devils, and punks
All you scum, and you dirt bags, artists and drunks
All you live in the shadow-ers, hidden masterminds
All you digital communicators, waiting behind closed blinds,
All you smile too wide-rs with gaps in your teeth
All you social climbers (as well as those beneath)
All you fiends and musicians, chain smokers, and oddities
All you fighting the never-ending human disease
All you right wing and left, the full spectrum in fact
All you who desperately desire some human contact
All you follow the rule-rs (and those who break them too)
In here we are all outsiders waiting just for you
You are different, and dare I say, a little bizarre
But we like you quite a lot, just the way you are
So join us, hit record and see what transpires
Here your weirdness is adored-- welcome Outliers."
please feel free to erase the text and write your own story about this crazy prideful unicorn
"If I fall to bits
will you scoop me up in a jar
and scatter me amongst the stars?"
this is what was born of my most recent burnings.This is best if experienced on a full screen, it's easier to get lost in the flames that way.
Also, let it be know, that the delightful Sarah Theissen jumped in and created the film editing portion!
In retrospect, I'm not sure if this is the sort of thing that other people will connect with---or if its just something I made for myself. Each time I watch my art slowly get eaten by flame my emotions jump from a profound sadness, to a sadistic glee, to an inexplicable tranquility, to a disdain for wasted time. For me, these images are odd and confusing to see--and I would love to hear other peoples reactions and emotions when watching, to see where they differ
I certainly know what I was thinking when I painted this, but everyones reactions and stories seem so very different that I would be fascinated to see some tiny stories based on this---have at it!
truth time: this is actually just a partial shot of the whole image, I can upload the full thing if anyone would be interested in seeing it.