Thursday, November 10, 2011
Noir I
OK, I'vefinally decided, this one will be my Sagrada Familia. I wont erase the pencil. Some slight changes here and there I need to do. This is only a fraction. It's an A0.
Thinking about variations. Something about mirrors.
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
Monday, November 7, 2011
Saturday, November 5, 2011
The Stargazer
Meet the Stargazer. I know only of one existing in real life. He's got the name of an Archangel, but he ain't one. He doesn't give the Devil any credit. Got a scar on the lower lip, well deserved sucker-punch for his natural cheek.
Definitely Rooster - Drag the sunrise down (click on the link to listen)
Lola-lolita, here is my very first use of that phosphorescent ink (Sorry guys, the best existing sisters have been taken. All three of 'hem. All mine). So at night, the Southern Cross is watching over you. Realtime.
Definitely Rooster - Drag the sunrise down (click on the link to listen)
Lola-lolita, here is my very first use of that phosphorescent ink (Sorry guys, the best existing sisters have been taken. All three of 'hem. All mine). So at night, the Southern Cross is watching over you. Realtime.
Friday, November 4, 2011
That feeliing
So. Stopped the experiment at 19h today, that was flash early. Master Shifu took us to dinner. Yes, The master Shifu from Kung-Fu panda. Well, now you know, I work with him.
I dream of centrifuges and boiling nitrogen.
And since I'm very focused. I'm catching something on my sleep time, because 12h days aren't just enough.
Imagine a very very dense fog. There's definitely something in there with you. Every now and then some colour blur signalling some movement. When you get hold of something, it's never the total part of the thing.
And you have to drag the thing out of the fog before you know what or who it is. By concentrating on the details. Nearly there.
That kind of mood.
I dream of centrifuges and boiling nitrogen.
And since I'm very focused. I'm catching something on my sleep time, because 12h days aren't just enough.
Imagine a very very dense fog. There's definitely something in there with you. Every now and then some colour blur signalling some movement. When you get hold of something, it's never the total part of the thing.
And you have to drag the thing out of the fog before you know what or who it is. By concentrating on the details. Nearly there.
That kind of mood.
Thursday, November 3, 2011
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