This is a quick SAI Paint tool sketch I made on my laptop with a graphics tablet while sitting on a couch (yeah, I'm pro). I made it because I saw my three year old little sister playing pocket tanks on my step-dad's iPhone while I was contemplating what to draw and the sight was so intoxicatingly cute and funny I had to draw or at least sketch it. After I finished the outlines and some shading she figured out what I was up to and came over and uhhh "suggested" to me that I use certain colors. I'm thankful I got out of having to draw her skin blue somehow.
phan·tas·ma·go·ri·a [fan-taz-muh-grawr-ee-uh] -Noun: a shifting series of phantasms, illusions, or deceptive appearances, as in a dream or as created by the imagination.
Saturday, February 12, 2011
SAI Drawing: Madeleine Playing PocketTanx
PH Entry 2: Yeah, I'm awake
From now on I'll be abbreviating Phantasmagorias on the Horizon as PH at the title of the post. Also, I think I'll spend the rest of my Saturday drawing on SAI art tool with my graphics tablet despite the good weather...
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Day two of the Audio Recording project. Ms. Nichols is attempting to get us to speak in a 1st person narrative from now on when recounting our days here at Asihe and good grades tend to get people off my back, so it looks like I wont be ranting at this mic anymore.
Consciousness slowly drifted to me, an awkward melting pot of thoughts from my ever lucid dreams and thoughts on the coming day. After the confusion subsided I realize it's a new day, opened my eyes and rolled to the left mostly subconsciously. I stare out of the small window in the bedroom wall I face, the oceans confirm I've returned to reality. Rolling over to the right away from the wall I throw off the sheets and stand up on the red stained concrete flooring. The floor's rough texture scratches my bare feet a bit as I walk past a heap of dirty clothes towards my closet and get dressed. A nice dark gray zip up collared sweater over a white t-shirt, blue jeans on my legs, and black sneakers on my feet I walk out of the bland room into the halls.
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Phantasmagorias on the Horizon Entry 1: Enter, Spiteful Commentary
They tell stories of the world long ago, as it supposedly was. They tell stories of Earth's green fields of grass, dense forests, awe-inspiring mountains... I hardly know what those words mean. All I know is cold steel, pathetic greenhouse shrubs, and mostly, unfortunately, those sickening seas. I live here, in the Above Sea Impervious Human Ecosystem, which goes by Asihe. Here we have everything a human would ever need, as long as they take the saying "ignorance is bliss" to heart. There is a school which is comprised of metal cubicles, a residential district comprised of metal cubicles, a recreation center comprised of large metal cubicles, and a greenhouse in the center of it all which is a really large metal cubicle with astro-turf flooring and a glass dome ceiling. I hear that the whole facility is shaped like a giant 8-bit dome covered in glass but I wouldn't know, I've never seen it from the outside. If there's anything else that this place has, I don't know about it and I'm probably not supposed to. The small solace I take in living here is that there are at least people around. I mean, sure, some are ignorant, but they talk and process a little bit of what's thrown at them, so that counts for something. And there are the people that are a bit more like me who actually comprehend what I say when I say it and don't shrug it off with a "well you'll die before you find out" or "you shouldn't worry about that, there are better things to do". But still there's one of the worst things about this place... That damned ocean being everywhere. The name of this facility is well-derived because if you look out of one of the few windows to the outside guess what you see. If you guessed water then you are CORRECT. Water is everywhere and being one of the people here in this place, I'll never find out if there's anything more to the world besides that which bugs the hell out of me. So yeah, that sums up everything I think of this place. Hope you like everything I've said in this first entry in my Audio-Log project Ms.Nichols, it responds to the prompt perfectly. I have my reasons for saying what I did, so don't give me another 0 just for not saying anything nice about this metal cage. Sincerely, Iden.
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