This is all I managed last week. Still catching up! You can read more of my comic at http://gofish.comicgenesis.com
Archive for the ‘Week 21’ Category
Assonance
It is no mere coincidence,
This phonetic connection
Between love and blood.
You drained me well
(an empty
well), vampire
Squire.
This is a pic I took a few weeks ago. I had a busy week and my weekend was all about recovery, so I wasn’t very creative. Hope this will suffice until I am better. These love birds are at my neighbors house daily. Their yard provides great shade for these wonderful birds to chill.
My very close friend died this Sunday so I cannot give you this weeks Flying lesson.
My friend is Stig
The man who made me start my Flying lessons.
The man who made me change my life.
The man who made me safer and more balanced than ever.
The man who gave me the key to trust, love, harmony and flow.
The man who makes me fly!
He decided to fly out from my home this day but is permanently set in,
and staying in my heart, loved forever!
Stig loved
älskad Stig
“Paper-craft Robot”
This is a modified version of a paper-craft Danbo template, with different facial features and parts from a computer motherboard to make it appear more robot-like.
materials: construction paper, poster board, superglue, misc. motherboard parts
I ran into some trouble working with paper at such a small scale, so there are visible tape lines where I became frustrated with the gluing process; while the limbs are attached to articulate joints, I was unable to achieve the range of motion I had initially intended, so its more a statue or figurine.
Sunset over Cardinals stadium
This weeks geek is inspired by a picture I took of the city – driving into Los Angeles, feeling the love – feeling Lovely I call it:
“She Lights We”
Her bright lights are me
endless sweetness, thought, possibility
all the places I have painted shadows of us
In all the intimate coffee shops, inside of soy buttery scones
Etched on canyon trails and smeared on sides of cinema buildings
I paint our story I spout words
through her Life
through her laughter
Through the infiltrating breathe that inhales
As the neon lights come on
And exhales as the chains roll down
and touch against the concrete
I pray I walk
I count I talk
Of our love story inside
The city
~ a love so strong, a loss so great ~
The Back Rooms of My Mind, Door-14811
It’s sort of like my new bike! enjoy!
Cheers!
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