The Braille Manuscript

Here it is. Given the odd combination of words I had to start with, I'm satisfied. It was definitely preferable to do it visually, allowing for less actual story development. The words were:

1. Braille

2. Word

3. Feather

I had some fun with visual effects (pretty standard illustration techniques, but that I have never done before), and made a few mistakes, but the poor quality of the photograph actually improved the image. The word bubbles are, obviously, added digitally.

Mission Accomplished.

Dave's Sixth Assignment: Those Three Words...

Okay maybe not THOSE three words. But for your next assignment, I want you to talk to three different people (it can be via facebook, phone, face to face, whatever). And just randomly ask them for the first word that comes to their head. Next, I want you to take those three words, and create a story based upon them. This story can be visually represented or written. YOU DECIDE!

Nate's sixth assignment: The Touch of Nate's Hand

Nate,

Choose a medium that can be sculpted. It can be soap, clay, cheese, wood, or even marble (if you are feeling like a real Michelangelo-style challenge).

Have you chosen yet?

I'm not going to tell you the rest until you've made a choice...

Got it? Good.

Sculpt me something ironic, something that is either funny or thought-provoking specifically due to the medium (e.g. a mouse sculpted out of cheese, but you can do better than that). Sound good? Good. Post your due date as you please.

Part of Me

Okay, Dave, so I've been thinking a lot about all the people that one meets in their lifetime. In a sense, I become a product of every interaction with every person that I meet. You could say that they've made me who I am, or at least that they've permanently altered the course of my life, even if it comes by a very small interaction. Plus, I've had partial lyrics to this song for years now... and now seemed like the time to finish it up.


Part of Me

When I sit on summer's porchswing
Where the day turns into night
And the shadows they do lengthen and disappear
As the sun, the sun glows red in the twilight,

My thoughts they wander where they want to
As I strum on old Jim's guitar.
Faces of the greenest springtime I do see
Shining fast, with each new evening star.

If you look,
You will see,
You are still
Part of me.

Take me back to starry evenings
The air was clear and full of you
And then I breath it in, and think on time's progression
They say it passed too fast, and what they say is true.

If you look,
You will see
You are still
Part of me.

Time will fly
With beating wings.
With beating hearts,
We will sing,

To you,
To you....

Magma Man 2.0

Here are the new and improved Magma Man pics. 

The World As We Know It

The prologue can be found at this link. It's a pretty ambitious beginning... I have a pretty good idea of where to go with it, but I don't think it'll see a lot of progress in the immediate future. I need to work up an outline. I see it being a little like a weird modern Candide (not that I see myself as an author as talented as Voltaire, just that it is conceptually similar) with a different underlying message.

This may be subject to heavy revision at some point.