My new toy came in today!
I can’t wait to get some film in this beauty and start shooting
I had broken the boy’s swollen lips,
mixed with the explosions of entreaties, laments, and threats
Something particularly difficult to anticipate in these monsters
I will lose my mind again, the passion of the huntsmen and artist rolled into one
Color is tough
First drawing with my new graphics tablet. I will upload this in color when I finish it (unless it looks absolutely awful).
Somewhat inspired by Tom Phillip’s “A Humument”
Two pages from a potential book of these
The rain continues to tap gently on the windowpane. Things had calmed considerably from the earlier downpour, but the grey sky held no indication that this weather would pass anytime soon.
I look at the clock. Noon. The sun should be at the highest point in the sky right now. Maybe the sun decided to stay home today too.
The T.V. was on but the sound had been muted. I like to try to read the lips of the actors on screen and guess the plot based on the character’s actions. I learned to do this by watching T.V. with my cousin Janie. She’s deaf.
Back to the window. The rain is coming down harder now than it has all day. The pelting rain makes me think of the rapid spray of machine gun bullets. I hate guns.
My grandpa once woke up in the middle of the night screaming while I stayed at his house. He told my sister and me a story from when he was in the war. He told us how he still remembers the sound of gunfire all around him and how that still frightened him even though the war ended so long ago. I hate war.
I look at the old photo of my grandparents at their wedding. I wonder if it rained that day too. The faces in the photo were filled with smiles. I never got to meet my grandmother. Mom says that she was sick for most of her life and that she died very young. Mom gets this distant look in her eyes whenever she looks at that picture. I look again at my grandpa’s smile. I miss my grandpa.
The window reminds me of how terrible a day to skip school this was. This wasn’t the first time I had stayed home from school. I do it a lot. Mom got real mad the first time; she even threatened to hit me. That was before she got her promotion. Now she’s too tired to even notice that I stay home all day. I sometimes ask her why she took this new job. She only looks at sighs and me tiredly. She’s always tired.
The hardwood floor of the kitchen is cold. Inside the freezer is colder. Sometimes Dad would take me down to the market where we would buy fresh fish. Yellow bags of fish sticks line the freezer. Dad was never coming back.
I listen to the rain. My eyelids struggle under their own weight. A secret melody is being played just for me by the drops outside. A subtle lullaby is tapped out on the window, roof, and walls. The rain never stops.
The sound of the front door opening brings me out of my sleep. “Joseph.” My mother’s voice. I look at the clock. 2:37. She’s home early. “Why weren’t you in school today?” There’s an odd strain in her voice, but I’m too frightened to notice it. “I…” before I can speak she has me in a desperate, full-on embrace. She holds me tighter than I’ve ever been held and runs her hand through my hair. I feel the rain from her cheek on my neck, but for reason it is strangely warm. She pulls back and looks me in the face. Her hair is a mess and her eyes are red from tears. She’s still crying.
The next day the news only runs one story. The face of the bomber flashes on the screen over and over again. The school where I was supposed to be is gone. This was my sister’s first year at the upper school. Yesterday she asked me if she could stay home with me. I told her no. My mother sits motionless on the couch. I sit motionless beside her.
It is still raining.
(Forgot to post this) It was rushed but I was still fairly happy with how it turned out
Taking photos out of the window is not the most comfortable thing you can do on a plane, but I still enjoy it
I was out doing an assignment for one of my art classes, and I had my camera with me to take pictures of my weird snow sculptures. As I was taking pictures I noticed that things were looking a little odd, so I looked at my lens and apparently it had gotten so cold that my lens filter actually started to freeze over and it got a huge crack in it.
Thankfully my lens and camera body were unaffected, and it’s actually not all that bad since now that filter makes things sort of interesting with how it sometimes warps and refracts lighting.