ASKtheARTIST InterviewASKtheARTIST Interview2 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
ASKtheARTIST Interview with algenpfleger
Welcome to ASKtheARTIST. My name is *thefluffyshrimp and today I have the great privilege to interview *algenpfleger, a very talented illustrator and creator of many well-known works on deviantART.
Thank you for presenting us with this opportunity to interview you, algenpfleger.
*quietly sits down and sips on a mysterious beverage
WAIT ARE WE DOING THIS OR WHAT
*Vellez asks "What is your creative process? Do you just research and then begin drawing when you get an assignment, or do you mull it over a bit?"
Hmm it usually starts with me getting the assignment since I spend my freetime drawing other things mostly (these days at least). As soon as I know what the client wants, I leave it alone for a couple of days and wait for ideas to sprout in my head. The rest is just craftsmanship, you know, drawing the stuff and everything. The real work is done as soon as I put down the thumbnail sketch.
~smarff asks "How saturated do you think the illustra
ATA Interview with theCHAMBAATA Interview with theCHAMBA2 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Interview with =theCHAMBA
Welcome to ASKtheARTIST. My name is ~thefluffyshrimp and today I have the great privilege to interview =theCHAMBA, a very talented artist and creator of many well-known works on deviantART.
Thank you for presenting us with this opportunity to interview you, theCHAMBA.
~BaneNacent asks Chamba “Are you going to do new Darkstalkers art for the XBLA release next year?"
Darkstalkers on the XBLA release : I WISH
No news on that if UDON is doing anything on it
If they are, I've not been told
But that would be neat!
~jel asks "Hi Chamba! Can you talk about what professional projects you're working on right now? What can we hold in our hands in the near future?"
Digitally : there's the Shiftylook stuff which has been fun
In Print: there's that Street Fighter next generation Trade
and that's it as far as I know
there could be more
but again, I'm usually told just before I need to do it
and since I tend to get things done very promptly, it'
New Year's Eve, 1999New Year's Eve, 19998 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
New Year's Eve, 1999
On New Year's Eve in 1965 a young couple stood before a minister in the house
of the young man's parents. The house, now long since gone, built around the
turn of the century, stood in the suburbs of Atlanta, Georgia, many miles from
the Charlottesville, Virginia, home of the young woman.
The gathering there included only the young man's family, all of whom must
have been skeptical about the chances for the success of the marriage beginning
that day. The couple had known each other only about four months, and had spent
most of those four months separated by hundreds of miles of telephone line.
She had ridden the train to Atlanta a few days earlier, back when train lines
had names; this line had been called the "Nancy Hanks." He picked her up at
Union Station, a magnificent depot, now also long since gone. He spotted her
coming up the enormous marble stairs from the platform to the main floor, also
marble. It was a beautiful scene, this pretty girl coming t
Forever Changing EyesForever Changing Eyes4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Glassy grey gives quick regard
Enough to lose oneself in
Little shows in them with his laugh
Little shows in them with his hate
Little shows with possible love
Little shows in the grey
Intense blue drowns you
Every single time
Every time you try
To stray away
You will be captured by his blue eyes
Grass green will take you by surprise
Touched by happiness
Little regard to the cruel world
How horrible the world is melts away
Under his green eyed gaze
You will wither and struggle to push him away
You may succeed
But then when you see
His forever changing eyes
You will be no exception
You will get stuck
An Endless WaitAn Endless Wait4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
From the shadows you had me played,
And the loneliness that you displayed,
You had me waiting forever it seemed,
And no matter whatever I schemed,
You told me I was in denial,
That nothing was worthwhile,
Just a worthless waste of space,
A carelessly broken disgrace.
I'd walk away but the walks too far,
I'd strum my heart if I could play guitar,
I'd sing these words if I could find a tune,
I'd tell you I loved you if it wasn't too soon,
I'd turn my back if only I had the strength,
I'd fight for you no matter the length,
I'd smile at you if it didn't break my heart,
I'd love you but it tears me all apart.
The hurt came in and happiness came out,
The complications I could do without,
My tears washed all the waters away,
And my blue skies turned to grey,
I yearn for the blue reflected in your eyes,
To wash away my darkened grey skies,
Will you come and take me away please?
Away from my heartaches cool breeze.
I'd walk away but the walks too far,
I'd strum my heart if I could play guitar,
I Smile BecauseThe touch of your breath is like a rainbow sighI Smile Because4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Tingles more than my skin,
Brushing warmth to more than just my heart,
And occasionally leaves me breathless in need.
I can feel the swimming gracefulness of your lips,
Seemingly carrying waves and waves of trembling want.
And the glitter of ocean in your eyes is one of a kind,
Just like the love scented hands you are holding me with.
And these words are words I could never speak aloud,
Because when I am confronted by your eyes,
My heart always feels like surrendering,
Slowly, to your every need.
Valentine's Day 1967Valentines Day, Oxnard California, 1967Valentine's Day 19677 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
I had never looked upon Valentines Day as a major holiday. To me it was a day for school kids to exchange penny Valentine cards well, they were a penny when I was a school kid or a day promoted by greeting card companies to generate business. I was soon to learn that not everyone held my point of view.
I was a photographer in the Air Force back then, stationed in the Base Photo Lab and Oxnard AFB. I phoned my wife from work that morning, and at the end of our conversation she asked me to pick up a box of book matches at the Base Exchange if I had a chance. I did this at lunch, and when I got back to the photo lab I had a brilliant, funny idea!
I gift-wrapped the box of book matches, and then set to work in the studio. I built a sort of cone out of stiff paper and stuck an candle in it, lit the candle and took a photo. I pasted the photo onto the gift-wrapped book of matches with the caption, You Are My Flami
For Two BoysI have imaginedFor Two Boys11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
how your hands would feel
playing my piano key spine
and my cello-curved hips,
and how your lips would feel
between the plateau of my shoulder
and the slope of my neck—
I hate myself for it.
I can mouth all of his stories,
read all of his expressions,
and tell you all of his favorites,
as if he is the language
I have spent years studying.
I don’t even know
your father’s name
or your favorite season,
and some girl could have
the lines in your hands,
freckles on your face,
and baritone of your voice
memorized and playing
on repeat in her mind.
Even though our class swears
that we’re madly in love,
I have not once wondered
what flavor his lips carry
or how his body would feel
pressed firmly against mine.
I don’t even deserve you
in my wildest fantasies
if she knows you like I know
and Plath’s poetry.
Sometimes I’m afraid
that when he catches my eye
from across the crowded class,
it’s because he wan
Lingering ThoughtsI wonder if you could be happy without me,Lingering Thoughts4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
If you could do being without me.
Whether you'll still laugh as beautifully,
With that small smile lingering all day long unconsciously.
I really don't think I can do all that without you.
And even if I could come to love again.
It would never again feel as easy as breathing,
Like having a heart just a little smaller than being complete.
Maybe I'm just wondering how important I am to you,
How true your beautiful words are,
How I know with such a certainty,
That you are the reason for all my lingering smiles.
Such a Beautiful ThingI expected your kiss,Such a Beautiful Thing4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Just not the flare of this craving in return,
Wanting more of the soft sensations of your lips.
And never did I expect you to taste so good,
As if nothing else seemed to exist for a moment but you,
The love I can feel in you and the denial that I couldn't possibly love you more.
And your whispers unexpectedly made me think of scented oil,
Leaving me day dreaming of caressing you,
And realizing it's how your voice always makes me feel.
Jessica Biel TGJessica Biel TG2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Mitch had fallen on hard times. He wasn't eating out of a garbage can or anything, but his income was much less than sufficient to live a decent life. He had started to try every which way to get extra money, odd jobs and the like. Eventually he gave up and went looking to the lottery for hope. Mitch honestly had never done a single lottery ticket nor had he any idea how it really worked, but he was desperate.
Mitch went into his local GT Seirots gas station for a ticket. He went up to the counter of the store and was greeted by a gorgeous woman. She was beyond description, he couldn't believe she was working at a gas station, even one as nice as Seirots. "Do you have any lottery tickets?" Mitch said shyly, regretting saying that because now she must know that he is new at this. "Oh sure right over here," replied the woman in the most sultry voice he had ever heard. Mitch followed her down the counter to the little lottery ticket center. There were a million of them he thought, some fo
CravingsCravings4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Every time you hold me, even in a small way,
It becomes all I want to feel,
Everything I want to last,
And the only thing in this world I don't want to end.
Sometimes I wonder if you could feel it too..
The way I try to wrap you in my arms,
The way I'm torn between the feelings of wanting more,
And the fear of losing myself in your warmth.
It's like the warmth in your voice when you speak to me,
The warmth in your eyes when you see me smile.
It's like a sense of love I crave to no end,
And something that always makes me hungry for more.
I Fear. . .What is fearI Fear. . .4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
But a twisted feeling
That tears apart your heart?
An awkward silence
An unknown future
Or just a creature in the dark
As tears well up
You scream and cry
You might even run
But whether fears
Are small or big
They're never any fun
And how I hate to say
While I am strong
I have fears of my own
Of what's unknown
And truth be told
To sometimes be alone
I hate white vans
With tinted windows
That sometimes drive to slow
I'll walk real fast
When the lights are off
For reasons I'll never know
I'll cover my face
When watching movies
That have blood in all the scenes
I can fear heights
When they get too high
I fall up in all my dreams
All in all
The list goes on
Each more irrational then the last
But in the end
You can say you're brave
But really you think too fast
Take some time
To think about
You're past and who you are
You can stand real tall
And act real strong
But it will not get you far
But fears can be
From big to very small
From fearing death
Or fearing heig
The Only OneSome people said my words are fake because they sound so beautiful,The Only One4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
That it is always a good prudence to feel that things feel too good to be true.
People are not supposed to care, to see beauty in the plainest of things.
It's just like beliefs are not supposed to be true and there's no such thing as true love too.
Still I continued to write out all the beautiful things I know,
Trust in love that feels too good to be true,
Care for people I should never have cared for,
And never once looked to you.
But now you are the only one I speak to,
The only one who's heard all my ugly stories of love,
The only one who have always seen through my poems,
The only one in my life I feel may be too good to be true.
How to know we are in loveI want to walk side by side with you under the stars,How to know we are in love2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Hold hands with you under the candle light,
Let my mind waver when you hold me close,
The way my heart soars at the sight of your smile.
When I speak I could see your eyes come alive,
Your kind face echoing expressions of everything I like.
And you always take your time when you do arrive,
Making me screaming warm and everything inside.
I laid in bed this day and thought of you,
The trees fluttered with the wind as I missed you.
I know it isn't going to be very long,
But I think this is how we know we are in love.
When in loveI wonder if you could sense how I feel when I look at you,When in love3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Tilting my head to the side when I smile with you.
The way I feel when I listen to you,
The anticipation in my stomach right before seeing you.
I could hold my breath counting the number of stars I see in your eyes,
Stretch my fingertips to graze the surface of your lips,
And slowly, tenderly,
Fall in love with the way you look at me every time.
I sometimes wonder if you could see all this in my eyes,
Recognize the feeling of my heart in my voice,
Feel the tenderness of my mind lost in translation,
A heart wavering like an angel hair in the wind.
low shoulderi dont need another beautiful personlow shoulder4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
burning cars crashing like thunder
on the low shoulders of slick
break my body into dirt and sand;
bury me under unequivocal volumes
of disparity and aches, throbs
building climatically, latitude and longitude
inching closer and closer under
the closet door; hide my sorrows and
insufficiency in the bends of insatiable
arms and bring me away from the wall.
i have trusted the moon to hold up to man,
i have trusted the world to see
the beauty in things longing
to keep esoteric,
but the bleeding
never ebbs and
the cuts never heal.
the hearts pound
like iron hammers in empty rooms,
reverberations painting cowards
i dont need another beautiful person
another set of dangerous lips
to murmur and pry like the
thin legs of butterflies
smudging the lining of my heart
and breaking full wings like a cocoon.
shreds of gauze and structure
burst like rice paper
until i am weak and limp, sinking,
gaunt cheeks, into the hollow
Because I Love YouLeaving you breathless is worth savoring,Because I Love You4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Like giving you pleasure and watching you drowning in lack of memory.
So I find myself sick knowing you have to go,
Feels like forever before I can even hear your voice again.
I think I'm scared of losing you,
Or simply not seeing you every day.
Not being able to hold you at night,
Not hearing your voice all the time.
I don't think I have ever anticipated a moment so long,
For a time without your wonderful love in my life.
I don't think I can keep myself from craving you either,
Just like the predictable moments before we kiss again tonight.
Take away my painsWrap your arms around my waistTake away my pains4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Whisper those pretty words in my ear
Tell me all the secrets that you keep dear
Slowly impress me with all of your thoughts
Just hold me close and help me forget
Take the tears away and I promise to smile
I'll look into those clear blue eyes
And let you protect me as you always wanted to
Sadly my trust in humanity has dimmed
Lost along the wayside of giving in
I can't give you what you want from me
No matter how sweetly you ask
But maybe you can restore some of it
The more you show me you care
The way you prove to me that you're there
Maybe someday I will trust again
I look into those passionate eyes and hope
A bittersweet dream, just hold me close
Don't let me fall away again
Take me to that special place today..
Let the world just fall away
Your Promiscuous WaysWhen you suddenly took my hand and told me that you love me,Your Promiscuous Ways4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I've never been more touched by the need in your voice and the love in your eyes.
And when you look at me in that promiscuous way,
I can think of nothing else but being gazed upon by you every day.
You don't do this often most of the days,
But when you do,
My heart burns of an unmistakable need in return,
And I can feel this love in your ever simple words.
It's the kind of love I've always wanted,
The kind of voice that makes everything just fine.
It's one of the most beautiful feelings I've ever had,
And something I don't ever want to forget.
I had a heartMy headphones are in,I had a heart3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
the world goes out.
I let the wind pass,
and I close my eyes,
to shut out the pain.
Sing for the rain,
and when my sight is bright,again,
I Breathe in new air.
In a stare,
A far away glare,
I see him.
I see him standing there.
In the palm of his hands lies,
the parts of my broken heart.
I Love You BecauseSometimes I miss you.I Love You Because3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Sometimes I really miss you.
Other times I am craving for you,
And occasionally my heart squeezes longingly so.
Should I dream of you,
I would want you to dream of me too,
To be connected in a way beyond your lovely hands touching my side,
And just maybe, that divine little weight upon my skin.
I used to look for just a girl with a pretty smile,
A beautiful mind and lips that speak sweet things...
And I am still looking for this girl every morning,
Every time I open my eyes in bed, and reaching out to touch, you.