Pictures of life-size cement sculptures of people submerged into the waters of South America. Created by the artist Jason de Caires Taylor. I think they look quite remarkable:
I like how you can just see a fish in the top corner, makes it feel quite surreal:
I like how this one is called "The Lost Correspondent".
Thoughts Become Eclipsed
Art Is The Best Way To Tell Reality What You Really Think.
Wednesday, 15 December 2010
Tuesday, 14 December 2010
Lost In Time
Has returned to my blog after a lengthy absence, under a sudden realisation that there are very few places were I can show my writing for free! :)
A poem about someone who has broken up with someone.
Lost It Time
The pain never really goes away,
you just pretend it does and act normal.
It gets a little better, a little easier,
but it is always there.
You do everything you can to forget,
and force yourself to act normal,
Go to college, go to work, get home,
anything to make it seem like nothing happened.
A lot of people try to get involved and they worry about you,
So there's one option – just shut them out,
you don't call them, text them, visit them,
and nearly all of them disappear,
But a couple do stay,
You only see them at work, or college,
but they do stay.
They give up trying to spend time with you after a while,
They just write you off as anti-social,
Provided you fool them and yourself.
You find yourself at home,
You're watching the latest of whatever television drama,
It does make you forget for a little while,
But none of that matters,
You are still haunted by it, even when you think you're not,
It returns that moment just before you sleep,
or that moment when you can't sleep.
Or maybe you're just sat on the bus and staring out the window,
You see that café were you first met and you remember it,
Their face and their smile comes to your mind,
it's all because they did something stupid one day,
A really stupid thing, that the never should have done,
one day they smiled and said: “Hello”.
Then everything you see reminds you of them,
Someone passes you, wearing a scarf that looks like her's,
You see a sequel for a film that they loved,
A book by their favourite writer,
You don't mention this to anyone, don't talk about how you feel,
You convince them you're strong which is all that matters.
You pretend you're not hurt and say you're over it,
Repeat to yourself over and over again that you will meet someone,
Someone who will make you forget about her,
Not forget – forget is the wrong word,
You loved her but that doesn't mean you can't move on,
Even though you can't admit that to yourself,
Because if you do, you'd have to accept that she's gone.
A poem about someone who has broken up with someone.
Lost It Time
The pain never really goes away,
you just pretend it does and act normal.
It gets a little better, a little easier,
but it is always there.
You do everything you can to forget,
and force yourself to act normal,
Go to college, go to work, get home,
anything to make it seem like nothing happened.
A lot of people try to get involved and they worry about you,
So there's one option – just shut them out,
you don't call them, text them, visit them,
and nearly all of them disappear,
But a couple do stay,
You only see them at work, or college,
but they do stay.
They give up trying to spend time with you after a while,
They just write you off as anti-social,
Provided you fool them and yourself.
You find yourself at home,
You're watching the latest of whatever television drama,
It does make you forget for a little while,
But none of that matters,
You are still haunted by it, even when you think you're not,
It returns that moment just before you sleep,
or that moment when you can't sleep.
Or maybe you're just sat on the bus and staring out the window,
You see that café were you first met and you remember it,
Their face and their smile comes to your mind,
it's all because they did something stupid one day,
A really stupid thing, that the never should have done,
one day they smiled and said: “Hello”.
Then everything you see reminds you of them,
Someone passes you, wearing a scarf that looks like her's,
You see a sequel for a film that they loved,
A book by their favourite writer,
You don't mention this to anyone, don't talk about how you feel,
You convince them you're strong which is all that matters.
You pretend you're not hurt and say you're over it,
Repeat to yourself over and over again that you will meet someone,
Someone who will make you forget about her,
Not forget – forget is the wrong word,
You loved her but that doesn't mean you can't move on,
Even though you can't admit that to yourself,
Because if you do, you'd have to accept that she's gone.
Sunday, 7 March 2010
I wrote so many songs about you I forget your name...
Most of my coursework is done, and this is the first non-working weekend I've had in a while. So this calls for a celebration, so I'm happily celebrating by doing nothing. Hence, my reappearance of blogging. Hello. And as this my first blog of the year happy extremely belated new year!
I haven't really got much else to say, I just wanted to share the above picture with people - and show them that I am in fact... Still alive.
Although, now I've thought of something: I've done a monologue/screenplay kind of thing for my English creative writing coursework - if anyone would like to read it, just tell me and I shall e-mail it. As it's for my coursework I'm not sure if I should post it on here.
Tuesday, 15 December 2009
Alas, a more succesful drawing:
I think I'm getting marginally better at this to be honest:
It's the Cheshire Cat from Alice In Wonderland. It's proportion is a bit wrong, but considering how much getting used to this tablet takes - I'm rather proud of it. Hopefully I'll be able to use this tablet for more useful purposes in the future. And will get much better at proportion etc.
It's the Cheshire Cat from Alice In Wonderland. It's proportion is a bit wrong, but considering how much getting used to this tablet takes - I'm rather proud of it. Hopefully I'll be able to use this tablet for more useful purposes in the future. And will get much better at proportion etc.
A simple first attempt at an eye after trying to get used to my graphics tablet:
It's not the greatest piece of art in the world, but I'm just getting used to my graphics tablet and I'm rather proud of it:
Not a particularly good drawing, but a good example about how I'm getting used to using the tablet. Hopefully, as I get used to it, my drawings on it will be much better. Then I can use it to make amazing things - if I'm not getting ahead of myself here.
Not a particularly good drawing, but a good example about how I'm getting used to using the tablet. Hopefully, as I get used to it, my drawings on it will be much better. Then I can use it to make amazing things - if I'm not getting ahead of myself here.
Monday, 14 December 2009
Aha, I have a new graphics tablet!
Well, new is debateable - it's actually second hand and the nib on the pen is getting a bit worn. However, it's still amazing. Also, incredibly useful. Particularly if you wish to do things such as animation. Here it is in all it's glory:
By the way, as I'm guessing I'll have to do some explanation into what a graphics tablet is:
A graphics tablet device plugged into a computer that means you can hand-draw images and put them onto the computer... Kind of like drawing with a pencil and paper but it appears on the screen. It's difficult to use but is easier than drawing with the mouse and very helpful for making animations with - especially when I get the supposedly amazing software I am currently downloading.
Aha, this is going to take some getting used to - however, it is simply beautiful in itself. I bet I can make some remarkable things here...
By the way, as I'm guessing I'll have to do some explanation into what a graphics tablet is:
A graphics tablet device plugged into a computer that means you can hand-draw images and put them onto the computer... Kind of like drawing with a pencil and paper but it appears on the screen. It's difficult to use but is easier than drawing with the mouse and very helpful for making animations with - especially when I get the supposedly amazing software I am currently downloading.
Aha, this is going to take some getting used to - however, it is simply beautiful in itself. I bet I can make some remarkable things here...
Saturday, 12 September 2009
Since sometime in the new future their will be a new version of Alice In Wonderland...
Here is one of my favourite scenes from the classic version:
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