Showing posts with label Illustration. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Illustration. Show all posts
Monday, May 21, 2012
Sunday, May 20, 2012
Tuesday, May 15, 2012
Saturday, April 28, 2012
Princess (1)
She wandered for days, many days of night in the dark forest. And as time went on she sensed more and more strongly that she was being followed... stalked. The night grew blacker, and the slight hint of grey that had indicated the possibility of day gradually disappeared. She was blinded. Pursued by an unknown creature. She began to run. She ran for years, or seconds, or hours. She felt breath at her neck and claws at her heels, and yet the monster hardly seemed to be moving. It kept pace with her effortlessly, as if it was floating alongside her, or worse still, the harder she ran the closer it was drawn to her, and she to it. It smelled the blood in her veins, as if she was mutilated and bleeding rivers as she ran. And perhaps she was. Running blindly through a hostile forest with groping branches, razor thorns and stones like broken glass. It tasted her fear as if it had already sunk its teeth into her throat, dragging her to the ground and holding her fast until she bled to death or suffocated, She gasped and stumbled. No, it did not have her by the throat. It was much too large for that. It had swallowed her whole. She fell. No, these were try leaves and twigs, not the digestive slime of a monster's mouth. But it was upon her and would tear her limb from limb in mere seconds if she did not do SOMETHING. NOW!
She turned towards it.
She was standing. There were no trees, no thorns, no stones. There was only a vast nothingness: neither empty nor full, neither light nor dark, not colorless, but without color. Her vast horror stood before her, so dark as to make the former blackness of the forest seem bright as day. So dark, but luminous in its malice. It was hungry, but did not devour her. For the moment there was stillness.
"What do you want?" she said. Her voice was strangely clear and steady, or perhaps it only seemed that way as it was the only sound that had ever existed in that nothingness. It glowed and resonated with newness and singularity. She saw malevolent eyes, smelled hot rotting breath, heard cracking bones, tasted bile and shame, and felt chasms of emptiness torn through the center of her being like filthy, disease-ridden claws penetrating her flesh and sending her into spasms of impossible pain and madness.
And then it stopped. It had never happened. And a voice said...
"I want to devour you, your warmth, your happiness. I want the end of existence and the end of myself. I want your love and your defeat. You deny me, you are the root of my suffering as I am the root of yours. We belong to each other. Our two worlds cannot be separated, so our one shared existence must be destroyed. Your nightmares feed me. Your tears quench me. You have nursed me on your loathing and now your loathing is my life's blood. I can no longer bear to live and so you must die."
How small she was compared to it. As an atom to a star.
And she saw that what the monster spoke was true. It was her own fear, sorrow, anger, hatred, and loss. The great evil that engulfed her was born of her womb, one facet of her soul. Her only life belonged to it, it's only destruction was hers. She pitied the poor beast.
When she returned she found that she was alone. Still queen, but queen of what? of whom?
She turned towards it.
She was standing. There were no trees, no thorns, no stones. There was only a vast nothingness: neither empty nor full, neither light nor dark, not colorless, but without color. Her vast horror stood before her, so dark as to make the former blackness of the forest seem bright as day. So dark, but luminous in its malice. It was hungry, but did not devour her. For the moment there was stillness.
"What do you want?" she said. Her voice was strangely clear and steady, or perhaps it only seemed that way as it was the only sound that had ever existed in that nothingness. It glowed and resonated with newness and singularity. She saw malevolent eyes, smelled hot rotting breath, heard cracking bones, tasted bile and shame, and felt chasms of emptiness torn through the center of her being like filthy, disease-ridden claws penetrating her flesh and sending her into spasms of impossible pain and madness.
And then it stopped. It had never happened. And a voice said...
"I want to devour you, your warmth, your happiness. I want the end of existence and the end of myself. I want your love and your defeat. You deny me, you are the root of my suffering as I am the root of yours. We belong to each other. Our two worlds cannot be separated, so our one shared existence must be destroyed. Your nightmares feed me. Your tears quench me. You have nursed me on your loathing and now your loathing is my life's blood. I can no longer bear to live and so you must die."
How small she was compared to it. As an atom to a star.
And she saw that what the monster spoke was true. It was her own fear, sorrow, anger, hatred, and loss. The great evil that engulfed her was born of her womb, one facet of her soul. Her only life belonged to it, it's only destruction was hers. She pitied the poor beast.
When she returned she found that she was alone. Still queen, but queen of what? of whom?
Friday, April 20, 2012
Friday, April 13, 2012
Paint Peeler, 5 years old.
Once there was a little boy who peeled all the paint off the walls. And there were layers and layers of paint in different colors. So if you went into his house the walls were all multicolored in patches of blue and green and pink and white and brown. And when the little boy got through all the colors of paint and peeled them all off, his house was gone. There weren't any walls underneath all the paint.
So then he was just standing outside and there was a pretty tree with pink flowers and another one with blue flowers and one with white flowers and one with little green buds because it was springtime. And the bark of the trees was brown. So the little boy was happy because he still had his house because the trees had all the same colors. But now he didn't have peeling paint anymore. He liked to peel paint, but he didn't miss it because he liked looking at the trees better.
And then he turned into a bird and flew away. The kind of bird that he turned into was a red-breasted robin because it was springtime and he liked to sing. So he flew around and saw lots of things. So he could sing about them. He saw more trees with flowers and little leaf-buds. And he saw houses and cars. And he kept flying until he got to the ocean because he had never seen the ocean before when he was a little boy who liked to peel paint. But when he saw how big the ocean was he got scared because he was just a little red-breasted robin bird far away from home and before that he had been just a little boy who liked to peel paint and had never seen the ocean before.
But then a whale came up and said, "Don't be scared." The whale knew he was scared because he had turned back into a little boy and was sitting on a rock way out from the shore, and he was crying. But he stopped crying when the whale told him not to be scared because the whale was so big and friendly that he felt safe. So he crawled into the whale's mouth where it was safe and warm and he decided to live in the ocean for the rest of his life. And after a while he turned into a fish. But the whale didn't eat him when he turned into a fish because they had become friends, but also because the whale wasn't a kind of whale that ate fish. This whale ate krill. So they were friends for the rest of their lives.
So then he was just standing outside and there was a pretty tree with pink flowers and another one with blue flowers and one with white flowers and one with little green buds because it was springtime. And the bark of the trees was brown. So the little boy was happy because he still had his house because the trees had all the same colors. But now he didn't have peeling paint anymore. He liked to peel paint, but he didn't miss it because he liked looking at the trees better.
And then he turned into a bird and flew away. The kind of bird that he turned into was a red-breasted robin because it was springtime and he liked to sing. So he flew around and saw lots of things. So he could sing about them. He saw more trees with flowers and little leaf-buds. And he saw houses and cars. And he kept flying until he got to the ocean because he had never seen the ocean before when he was a little boy who liked to peel paint. But when he saw how big the ocean was he got scared because he was just a little red-breasted robin bird far away from home and before that he had been just a little boy who liked to peel paint and had never seen the ocean before.
But then a whale came up and said, "Don't be scared." The whale knew he was scared because he had turned back into a little boy and was sitting on a rock way out from the shore, and he was crying. But he stopped crying when the whale told him not to be scared because the whale was so big and friendly that he felt safe. So he crawled into the whale's mouth where it was safe and warm and he decided to live in the ocean for the rest of his life. And after a while he turned into a fish. But the whale didn't eat him when he turned into a fish because they had become friends, but also because the whale wasn't a kind of whale that ate fish. This whale ate krill. So they were friends for the rest of their lives.
Thursday, April 12, 2012
Flower
I want to draw a flower but it is an angry flower and it sprouts fangs and eats all the other flowers. Its fangs are like thorns, but they are on its petals so it has a mouth. I want to draw a white flower, but it turns pink from flushing and then red after it eats the other flowers, even though flower blood is green. It turns red because it's hungry. Eating all the other flowers awakened its insatiable cannibalistic appetite. So I don't think I'll draw it. It's too sad a story. The flowers that would be eaten had families and lovers and little girls' hair to be woven into. But the flower I decided I'm not drawing is saddest of all. It has no more friends. It's just hungry. Instead I will draw ugly fat ladies. 3 of them.
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