Tag: creative
Love you lots
I love you lots, I love you more than pokadots, I love you lots, I love you more than tater tots, My love and I had the most interesting response back and forth to each other this morning.
Simply Piano is a Gateway
Share a hobby you’ve picked up recently — what got you into it? I don’t sponsor Simply Piano, I only want to share my user experience. I have been playing for 77 days straight since I bought my first tiny electric piano and I am engaged and learning. I am bad at memorization so I…
Not Everything Is For Us
An opinion
Practice Session 2 Acoustic Rock Rythm 5 120bps Capo 4 Song 2 EF 81726
I can’t wait till I have more art to share.
Reds Army
I found this cool concept of creating a cast of characters while studying other cartoonist.
Blood Driven Society
Ripping echoed from the shady room, Screams of terror vibrate the air, Stiff walking graveyard man, Macabre dead hand extended, Zombies march around the house, Jaws of life hanging open, Moaning as they hunt their next meal, Swinging bat another one drops, Survival driven by adrenaline, Bloodlust driven society, Eating their own to survive, Roaring…
Sword Fight of Thought
“Slam” the metal door shivered, Jerking back and forth, steady holding sword point, Head lamp opening a small portal into the deep dark… Cavernous expanse ahead, Drip, drop, flutter, all around the cavern echoed, Filling nervous hero with dread, Cackles, there afar into the dark, Villainous laughter that would rattle herculean nerves, Step by step,…
Dreamscape
Why are words not boring? I speak and write so much, filling the data centers of the world, our digital and spoken library. Yet, I can’t get enough. It is fascinating what I can do with letters, combining them into words, dancing with syllables, rhyming them, creating metaphor. Forming words from every language. Some letters…
Hank and Radio
The radio flickered to life, {Reverberated} “Come on down to Earl’s Flee market this weekend, Twenty percent off and b.o.g.o deals up and down every aisle. Hank sighed heavily, his hand leaning against the wall, staring out his kitchen window. The radio came to life, Metal scratched on metal as appendages jetted out every direction,…