Day at Japantown!

A little trip to Japantown for my sisters birthday! We had a lot of fun in the sun! Ho ho ho (laaaame!)

anyway here are some pictures to share in memorie of that glorious day :)

Happy Birthday Leann!

Birthday gifts and things

This is what I meant by I got dwarves for my birthday :) (the lower part...This first pic is just of one of my darling dolls)

Happy New year 2012

The doomful cowntdown year has come!

Anyway, lets all make 2012 a great year in a combinet effort! Spread some love and happienss....Even if it goes against your evil nature!

Now to new years resolutions...

1.Get a fun job! hopefuly for games

2.Finaly want to move into a bigger place, near the goldengate park♥

3. Do a lot more fun projects and continue on Lioness!

.......Maybe get a kittie :)

what are your resolutions?

Happy New Year by the way!

little derps

Hills in ecstasy of different color, grief in punishing midday summer, grief some more under the pressure of men a restless whisper scattered across, unable to breath unable to rest.  

Robert Creeley-The Language

Mothers gift...(Those who bring the gift of language) this poem is rather a thank you.)

Mother to daughter….

Locate I love you somewhere in

Those words lingering between

Teeth and eyes, bite it but

Never without meaning

Take care not to hurt, you want so

Greedy needy but…

Much so little. Words say everything.

Something needs to be remembered

I love you again,

Always

Then what is emptiness for. To

Build bridges of wisdom

Fill,fill. I heard words and words full

Of color to paint the world

Of holes aching. Speech is a mouth.

Full  of endless love….

Hurling bodies (writing)

Daryl nervously looks around. He coughs and shivers and swallows hard…He grimaces and grunts. He closes his eyes a minute and frowns, coughs again, hurling bodies onto the chariot. With each plopping sound the chariot creeks like an old hag. Daryl holds his breath a while, a useless gesture really. Pulling, grabbing, lifting and throw!

“Daryl….This one’s for the prison…They say she-“

“I don’t care boy…Just dump her on the stack. Dead or not they are all headed for that place”

“But….They say she’s not to die?”

“She won’t….”

Daryl approaches and takes a good look at the pretty woman’s face. He grimaces again, squinting, making wrinkled face swallow his eyes-almost

He grabs her and hurls her body onto the pyle-creeek- again.

The old man sneezes violently holding on to the boy, then he swears and spits onto the ground-yellow.

A young man dressed in a purple toga approaches them stone faced. Elegant steps, he kicks a nearby body, unfortunate enough to still lay on the ground.

“What is this? Why are you not off to Hornburg yet?”

“Sire the bodies have been increasing, I am old…Need I say more?”

“It is unsightly! And your mules stink are they rotting as well?”

“Sire, they have not eaten in days neither did I. How about giving me my pay?”

“How about eternal piece? Shall I hurl your rotten but onto the pile?”

The silence filled with words unspoken, a battle of the eyes.  The young boy coughs, breaking the tension. The mules are agitated, their hooves clatter on marble ground, and their nostrils flare. Moving bones.

The man approaches the nameless boy a grin forming on his thin lips. The marble face looks down on him. The boy frowns, barley manage to return the gaze.

“And who might you be?”

“Sir I am a helper sir”

“And of what help might a scrawny little one be?”

“ I bring the….B-bodies here and figure out who goes where”

“As if it matters…Do you know what the Hornburg is?”

“A prison?”

The young man’s perfect face cracks as cold laughter escapes his throat. He pats the boy onto his head and turns, glancing at the old man before leaving. His footsteps resound on the floor, a sound that penetrates heart and bones. Joining a crowd of purple togas he is gone. The old man grunts and grimaces, looking at the young boy, a sigh escapes.  Back to work, pulling and hurling till dusk takes them.

Land of Ecstasy (Writing)

You light up the nights painting starless skies in your neon color.

By day you are the color of bones, I paint you all across my life mixing into the pigments. Though, comes darkness you are the only one to shine. The one to remain, like death in the end is the ultimate truth.

Sometimes you frighten me as I am blind when the lights so bright, but there you are- Humming faintly, a chilling image from the past…. Haunting, hunting for my heartbeat. 

So mysterious, so most beautiful there is no color as potent as you. The lost child found, and all the miracles and wonders long gone. Here them galaxies and star-crossed lovers. All of them mourning and celebrating in a place, cold space.

I stain my hands, my hair and vision in wild joy. Yes I am guilty of loving you….

Beautiful times with you are precious, as precious as the way to the northern star…

Let’s keep them secret, let’s lock them away.

The Music of Andy Sew Chung Hong

Here are some words for a dear old friend....Hmmm not that old but we know each other for quite some time now! Weird, since we didn't talk that much back in school, but now that I have moved to America for my studies we "talk" a lot (ah Facebook!)

Anyway, here is a video of Andy showing off his skills as a musician (too bad I don't have the video of him singing and playing the guitar! Yep Remember music day?)

Please keep it up dear friend! I'd love to see more of those videos and maybe even an original piece?

Little known things (piece of writting)

1.

Blood most important carrier of life. Red-
Three fathers for the child! Oh, a 4^th one joins like a secret whisper in the cool night’s breeze.

Flies on rotten flesh, beside wretched screams of the exorcised…A miracle born into the snow of an early winter. The cross is everyone’s burden; it is burning with rage atop the stairs to a sinful heaven.

2.

The smell of rain, cold rain on burning skin- comfort for the wounded. Slaughtered sheep resting in summer’s fields, it was an accident of fate. Flowers and grass concealing truth, pretty innocent is a façade. Do you hide inside that tree?

3.

Gott sei dank, in the streets of ashes and roses paving a way into the sea. Home it was- now cannot breath, home is a distant place, little house by the shore, longing for your indigo soul. Forgotten is the mother god.

4.

Sunny days on yellowed bones, flowers grew within the chest. Nothing matters and yet everything does within the eyes of love. Clear as crystal little oceans eyes it resides within the shell put to the ear! Bridling at its first flight, over this old world made young. Never-ending bliss within everyone’s nest, enemy and friend are the same. World ends with you, begins with you and the stars at night they shine for you.

Little bit of writing

Random piece of writing -Girl in the red dress-

There she was again, like every afternoon of the week. Ordering her hot chocolate as always and taking a raspberry coffeecake with that…

Her big black eyes scanning the place for an empty table. Preferably next to a window. Those big black eyes so void of love, was that the reason for her presence?

Her long raven hear fell softly onto her shoulders, caressing her pretty face gently.

What is it men want?

Her brown coat hung on the chair, like a shed skin.She was ready to expose herself to the possible “customer”.  What was she selling? Her 20s? Or maybe more than that…

Her dress was red, color of passion, so thought she. Who could resist that fiery young woman! Yes, beautiful she was and yet lonely….

”Red…That’s what they like isn’t it?”

Her smile, it was for free, a gift to anyone who cared to look.

Hello is anyone there??!  

Her shadow….One day she didn’t come and the day after, and that day...Resons unknown, did she find what she was looking for?

What is there to be wanted in this world anymore, or rather…

What is it that is needed?

The art of Irys Ching

The semester already reached "half-way" now...Soon my years at the AAU are gone and...What would I have done without Irys?

I was really lucky to have met her, always pushing me to be a better artist. She introduced to me, some of my first influences and sugested some of the greatest teachers to me...

Through her I met awesome other artists and kept pushing my own art. Also she advised me to take some intimidating classes which I would not have taken otherwise (Anthony's class and Advanced Perspective).

It's funny but she knows my head is always in the clouds so....Thanks for reminding me of important things (OPT for example)!

Everyone should have awesome friends like that...Thanks for your friendship in those AAU years, it was very precious to me and I hope we'll be friends forever! ♥

Okay besides all that cheese! She has become a really great artist! So check out her stuff!

http://irysching.carbonmade.com/

The art of Xiau-Fong Wee

Just because this artist is more than spectacular!

Not only is she a great artist but a precious friend who has always supportet me, eventhough we don't see each other that often anymore (sadly). Not many people support their friends as much as she did, so this is also a "thank you" sincerely.

Okay, enough talk, that is what she looks like through my eyes!

Here are some of her art pieces

For more amazing art please~ visit her creepytastic blog!

http://xiau-fong.blogspot.com/

Happy Gingerbread Man-writing

Happy Gingerbread Man

2 1/2 cups all purpose woman
1/2 tsp baking heat
3/4 tsp cleavage
1 tsp mystery

1/2 tsp compliments
1/4 tsp hard to get
1/4 tsp (freshly) smile
pinch of drama (optional)
1/2 cup butter, room temperature
1/2 cup sugar
1/2 cup saliva
1/4 cup ingredient X
1 tsp love extract

In a medium bowl, sift together all purpose woman, cleavage, baking heat, smile, mystery, hard to get, compliments and drama, if using.
In a large bowl, cream together butter and sugar until smooth. Beat in saliva, ingredient X and love extract, then gradually add in all-purpose woman mixture until a smooth dough forms. Divide dough into two or three pieces (man euh dough will be quite soft), cover with plastic wrap refrigerate, until firm.

Preheat your  oven to 375F.

For softer cookies…

On a lightly floured surface, roll out dough….Happy gingerbread man making!(4-6″ gingerbread men are ideal!) Place your cookies on a parchment-lined baking sheet. Put into your oven. Bake for 9-12 minutes, depending on size of cookie cutter. Cookies should be slightly firm to the touch at the edges. Let cookies cool on baking sheet for 5 minutes before transferring to a wire rack to cool completely.

The picture is not mine (from shrek)

Haunted house study sketches

Here are some sketches of how the house and the deer creature actualy look like...I'll put a drawing of them together up on the fragmented world blog tomorrow. Soooo tired!

Haunted forest concept thumbnails

The house of the wretch....Once amongst the gods she fell into disgrace. Exiled she haunts the depth of the worlds forests always on the move hiding from her hunters and feeding on the energy of the mortals.

If you ever cross path with the "wandering house" it is death you encountered.

bjd dress and plush

This dress took me an eternity to finish! Luckily I got some help from Leann who helped me complete it.

here is Guynevre and her Skritz!

more pictures are at http://thefragmentedworld.blogspot.com/

bjd's and other things....mainly other things u__u

New pictures are up on our project blog :) please check it out!
The pictures are from our "doll" project and we finally finished our next little Animatic! Also I will take some pictures of our new crochet stuff and dolls and put those up as soon as I get some time...Lately a lot of things have gone wrong or just need me to take care of them so....Sigh...My money is still trapped somewhere in a failled transfer attempt, this causes me a lot of grief now its a back and forth story to figure out where the hell it is!!! >< also I am looking for a job...It seems like everyone needs some fancy "flash" artist these days....What about traditional? (I can do photoshop too!)Where are the days were simple illustrators where needed???

 aaaaaand there is plenty of other stuff that needs fixing (like my brain -__-) and then my parents ask me why I have no boyfriend...

Ok without further complaining...

here is a link :) enjoy http://thefragmentedworld.blogspot.com/

Style test

Looking for a style to paint the "doll" project...Little stories simmilar to childrens book. Not sure yet how the story will be presented but we were already looking for a style...I didn't even know what to paint when I saw a cute picture of one of my cousines! So I was like "cute girl with loooong hair!"

Lots of fun projects!

I am very excited right now! Working on three projects for the rest of this year. The first one is of course the little Lioness "episodes" on our common website (link is on the right side thefragmentedworld).

 Also by halloween we will have a miniature of the Sararohn underworld....It consists of a prison where young girls are tortured by the king of that place (Hades) also his captured bride Persephone's room. Various other parts of the dungeon are also being made...Horror chef's speciall menu "underbody of young maid on golden pasta!" because of adult content I have to figure out the best way of putting a restriction...

One other project is our "doll story" project, making some original characters (costumes toys etc...With lots of Yarn!) It's not sure yet exactly what the story will be though. for now, here are some collor panels of the Animatic that will be made soon.

Animation francais incroyables!

I was recently looking through some french animations....They blew my mind this is just one example and definitely worth watching it :)

 it's called Baidir

Et moi je suis q'un petit point de rien du tout.....orz ToT crrryy more and more as I watched one ofter an other...

Future Plans

Time is running out, as much as I'd like to deny it, my "adventure" here at the Academy of art are comming to an end. I cannot really say I am ready for it, sadly...I wonder where I will be a year from now. I made some good griends over here which really makes me want to stay but then, most of them are also international and who knows where life will take them? So I was thinking about what would feel best for me....I really don't know O__O there are good and bad things about everywhere, so its really vague >.< I can't stand it...Ach!! It's me who is vague -__-

Aaany way, no need to crack my head open over this, it's no use. The major factor in this decission is a job anyway. I'd love to go back to Switzerland and work but there just isn't any animation or game company, I thinkthere are some small ones but the chance is too slim. Also it would be a closer flight to my family from there...(Mauritius has no big art jobs either).I was also thinking of France or germany since I speak the language and I just saw thgat france has some truly amazing animated work! (2 and 3 D!) but oh well we will see :) life is awesome!

I miss my homelands terribly T^T can we invent teleportation already????