I'm back and ready to put up a few more pieces of work. I need to find the flash drive so I can transfer some music/art over to host.
Please, just bare with me while I describe these pictures...
Picture set #1
Imagine that you fell in a bucket of creativity and the little boy carrying it absent-mindedly spilled a little while he was running to his cloud to express his originality.

Well these poorly expressed works of sorry expression dried up on the back porch and have shown little of no hope of another chance.

That’s right... the first picture holds a avatar of a man looking down on a less than faulty soul. He whispers inaudibly... "I know what I said, and I said forget it." After he says that the poor soul he whispers too looks up and looks straight into his eyes questionably. The whisperer adds, "It won't matter when you are gone anyway.

The shadow behind the whisperer is hollow in the fact that he has no brain or heart (symbolically). He talks without the thought of consequences and he loves without the concern of others.

In the second picture, the pure soul looks down a rolling hill with a beautiful grassy surface. The wind blows to the west as if it was following the sun set. There are soft ambient birds off scene chirping to one another. The man looks down with doubt in his mind and says out loud truthfully, "Hang in there."

He says that the second he sees the grass come to a halt and the ground turns into rough dirt from below the hill. He knows there is no hope because every rapid beats on the hill a little greater. Even though there is no hope for the flower, he sees himself just standing there without laying a helping hand to save that little flower.

The third picture doesn't even belong in the same catagory. The picture itself is a bit more detailed, but that is only because it wasn't my art to begin with. I used someone elses still from the show FLCL and used her facial expression and smoke and created a somewhat setteling background for myself.

The picture depicts a girl, around the age of 17, smoking a bent up cigarrette. The girl is obviously cold as you can see she is bundled up in a thick scarf. The scene takes place in a town that happens to never be in any type of commotion. Its just a boring old town, same stores, same factories, and same people. Nothing ever changes, but you can see that this girl will change when she grows up. I can iminge her saying, "I don't want to be here with my family. I want to stay under this bridge and play my video games and smoke my cigarettes while I talk to my boyfriend. Everyone will see me and think that I'm strange or unusual, but they won't expect what I'll do..."


"...No one ever will."