"soar"?! what does that mean?!
there isn't even a word for "soar" in french!!
for illo friday #50 I changed the rules and didn"t use the wacom. I feel like I came to an end with the wacom. Like I know now how to deal with it.
note: I had to invert the picture as I usually write in mirror. so the model/support can read it right in a mirror.
now where did I read that our natural state is eternal non existance and our passage
on earth is nothing but a small brutal temporary emergence into a non natural state of existence ?
lately, most of the time while having conversation with customers or bank managers, my only though is I wish i could go back to the quiet non existence state I deserve because obviously I wasn't really manufactured for this refrigerate state some call life.
most of the time I wish my rage and anger would soar out of me and take on the world and cure all my frustration and sadness. like a sparkling demon rushing thru the top of my head.
thanks god for alcohol and fast motorcycles, even thou I almost died 3 times today riding mine for the first time in a week , it was in intense moment of joy.
faute de merle, on mange des grives.
oh, you'll laugh when you'll know that *soar*, if you pronounce it the french way litterally says "soir", "evening" in french.
happy new year. hurray for 54° rhum.
vendredi 21 décembre 2007
NOWHERE TO GO
define horizon. it's the limit you can't reach. it's the far away always further away. it's the on you cannot reach, it's the clear line somewhere your eyes can't catch, it's the everything you can see then one step further. it's the walk towards it, it goes away. it's the one you can never reach.
I'm pretty tired of the illusionist fake of the windows figuration. it's all fake anyhow. there's nothing more than the surface. the empty shell of the self ego promotion. it's all fake inthe end. it's all pretend to take advantage and escape from all the trouble in communicating in honesty. it's all lies. it's nothing but marketing techniques adapted to the live lived to fit the system.
no horizon left to gaze upon. just the surface. the empty canvas. virtual paint on the virtual canvas to describe the illusion of life.
longest night in the year. hopefully one of the last.
lyrics for the weekend
And when I'm lying in my bed
I think about life
And I think about death
And neither one particularly appeals to me
dimanche 16 décembre 2007
if you could go backward in time, what would you change?
This place recieved some really nice comments from really talented people. I'm sorry I had absolutly no time lately to stop in other's peolple blogs and write how much I love thier art. just too much work to do. I should update the link section and post a few comments, but first things first.
dimanche 9 décembre 2007
you bunch of losers. last week's answer was "Excess Baggage" starring Benicio Del Toro, Alicia Silverstone and a 3 serie BMW. nobody wins the romantic evening with the artist, nobody wins the hot night with the artist. aha.
been sick for more than 3 weeks now, makes me very easilly irritable.
samedi 1 décembre 2007
find the movie related to the topic and WIN AMAZING PRICES
like... I dunno. what do you want ?
bonus points for main actors, including car.
have a numb weekend.
Damn it. I just learnd Evel Knievel's death right after i finished this one.
He would have been such a perfect subject for the topic. damn. RIP Dare Devil.
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