Lucide (Sketch)

A random cross-hatch pen scribble of Lucide, the elusive nymph of night, who can be heared, faintly and eerily, playing his fiddle in the distance on clear, still nights...

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QUOTE OF THE DAY

Sorry guys, this one's a bit of an "In-Joke"

"I never talk about Johnson, but today I've talked about Johnson all day!" -Carly

Carly, you are one crazy chick... though, at least you finally managed it! =D

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QUOTE OF THE DAY

That wacky Dylan fellow, always making us laugh with his awesome-ness!

"Hey Ted, do you ever wonder how much bigger your feet would be if they were both one foot?" - Dylan

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Sunrise (sketch)

Sunrise

In the stillness
Of the dark they spun,
Like ballerinas of nothingness.

And once they have begun,
They declare they'll never stop.
In my head their brazen voices chorus

And they dance, whirling
Before my eyes.
I sink to my knees, dizzy.

The shades, they laugh and smile
Down at me, a tiny figure overcome.
By these dreams fantastical.

A thread is pulled, but before I'm undone
I am freed to toss, and stir,
And as I wake, rises the sun.

10 girls in 10 days (#3)

Firstly, the basic gist of my lengthy silence: the cable for my camera went missing, and my scanner chucked a tantrum worthy of a three-year-old, and therefore I have been unable to post artworks... until now!

Each day over the next 10 days I'll be posting an artwork of a woman who has influenced my life, they might be a friend or relative, or it could be someone whom I've never met personally but has still made an impact upon my life, it could even be a fictional character...


#3 Mam (Jeanine)
(4B Grey-lead pencil)

To my mother, unequivocally the most influential woman in my life. To everyone who knows her, you'll know what I'm talking about =]
Over everything else I see in the world, I am thankful for you most of all.
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10 girls in 10 days (#2)

Each day over the next 10 days I'll be posting an artwork of a woman who has influenced my life, they might be a friend or relative, or it could be someone whom I've never met personally but has still made an impact upon my life, it could even be a fictional character...

#2 Ce'Nedra.
(Felt tip pen and watercolour)

Princess Ce'Nedra is a fictional creation of my favourite authors, David & Leigh Eddings. Ce'Nedra is special to me because she, in the role of the damsel in distress; it no tapestry-weaving fairy. She's a stubborn, wilful, manipulative little brat with a fiery temper! No fantasy princess have ever held more right to be a queen, and I salute her!

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10 girls in 10 days (#1)

So I've decided to do a little project here. Each day over the next 10 days I will post an artwork of a woman who has influenced my life, they might be a friend or relative, or it could be someone whom I've never met personally but has still made an impact upon my life, it could even be a fictional character! So, to the first of my girls...

#1 Mara.

(Colour pencil sketch.)To the girl who knows too much! Here's to you, best friend, I dunno where I'd be without you. =]

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Straight Jacket (Sketch)

Yeah, we all have our days... cartoons are decidedly more fun than VCE..
On another note...
Have an awesomely individual day,
Lemmy =]

QUOTE OF THE DAY

So yeah, it's been a while since I've posted you a quote... and then I heard Meagan say this:

"Why don't you ever let me shave YOUR side-burns, what is this?!" -Meagan.

Meagan... wow.. =]

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Chasing Stars (Sketch)

A random scribble of boredom and procrastination.

Defying Gravity (Sketch)

...For the days when you wish you could fly...

Detective Sharpe- Pilot epp.

There may be more... But then, there may not... Because... Laziness...

Cheers, Lemmy =]

Armadillos & Greyscale Photos.

ARMADILLO.

They sit, contented, and watch with mere-
Passing interest,
How intriguing! The sourceless rush of
Wishes and wants. As he

Snuffles over the dry leaves,
-As crackling parchment- and faded
Dreams.
Soft nose, flared, most and warm; he caresses.

The searching Armadillo, passing over
Them- inviting, his touch.
So met, only with mild curiosity,
And the wide-eyed acceptance, of they-

The Innocent. Pure of the wants-
The poison of wishes ungranted. And curious,
They touch. Ah, the rough skin –so perplexing-
A corrugated shield. Incomprehensible, the

Plated armour- of a grizzled Veteran.
Poor Armadillo,
Scarred. For there will always be chinks in armour-
The sly dig ‘tween overlapping plates.

Puzzled are they, by the Armadillo, so gentle,
They do not understand ‘scar’.
They, untouched, watch all bemused, as we-
With our dreams, yearn.

The Armadillo, he sleeps between them,
-In quiet contentment- at peace;
As we too watch -in passing interest-, but with
Envy.


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Content

Perfect without compliment.

It is raining again, though I have no photographs to show you. It is too dark out. The sound is hollow and rhythmic on our tin roof, filling me with whispers and wonder, and try though I might no ripple of notes from my guitar will accompany it. The sound of rain is already complete. Perfect without compliment.
So I set the guitar aside momentarily to tell you as I have done. And to listen.

So if you have a moment, to be still and hear the rain... wherever you may be, it will be beautiful.