“The remote control was covered in a layer of filth.”
Make the sentence 100 words long at least.
In a dark room, which is dark because of the nailed up windows, a barricade of planks of rotting wood, the illustrious decay of a tenant’s possessions took up residence in the late tenants absence, for which they held in the greatest respect due to the leader of the small kingdom, who resides in the seat of an old leather arm chair, stoically waiting for the sun to rise so that dust specks may fall into his rubber crevices, as they do each day, building the weight upon his surface, so that one day, one of his buttons may be pressed down, and the television does his bidding.
Picking apart, dissecting
Eyes assuming the lives of strangers from what they see
What they think they see
You don’t want truth
You want an ideal
But no one is an ideal
A negotiation I can’t explain
You take me in your arms
I can see through all this pain I think you put on me
But I’m doing all the harm
And with your charms how could I persist my suspicions
Are you being sincere
You’re my dear, my nearest thing here
Trying to negotiate
I want to make things clear
watercolor for Natural History Illustration class. most are still unfinished. little touch ups need to be done.
rewriting poetry. calligraphy. 2014.
“Puns are the highest form of literature.”
- Alfred Hitchcock
One of my favorite lesser-known cartoonists, Peter Blegvad’s Anatomy of a “Hit.” Take some time to read some of the details here like “Melody Virus” and the “Backwards Message.”
The Disney Renaissance refers to an era beginning roughly in the late 1980s and ending around 2000 during which Walt Disney Animation Studios returned to making successful animated films mostly based on well-known stories, restoring public and critical interest in Disney.
"The Thrill Is Gone," page 1, by Jason:
I will put up on this blog a complete story, six pages, one page per day. In the collected book, hopefully out spring 2015, it will be colourized, here it will be in black and white.