ATA Interview with theCHAMBAATA Interview with theCHAMBA3 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'
ASKtheARTIST InterviewASKtheARTIST Interview3 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
Valentine's Day 1967Valentines Day, Oxnard California, 1967Valentine's Day 19678 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
Silent TearsSilent Tears1 year ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Over the unkept promises of yesterdays life
In the depths of my heart
Reality slowly turns its knife
Over the meaningless words spoken
In the depths of my soul
I'm left alone and broken
Hidden behind a smiling face
I secretly cry
Trapped inside this cold cruel place
Where I slowly die
From the starvation of love
Silent tears fall like rain
A downpour of heave emotions
My heart cries in endless pain
For no one hears my cries
I'm lost in a stormy ocean
Where the winds and waves drown my sighs
Torn by my lover's lies
Her beauty so overwhelming
It blinded my eyes
A painted smile upon her face
But her heart was black
As black as the midnight sky's empty space
Weep all alone
My hunger for love
Goes deep into my bones
Lonely and cold
My body violently shakes
From the pain you cause me
My heart and soul forever aches
No one loves me the way I need to be love
No one understands me or cares to try
No one knows what I'm thinking of
An Endless WaitAn Endless Wait5 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,
Jessica Biel TGJessica Biel TG3 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
Your Promiscuous WaysWhen you suddenly took my hand and told me that you love me,Your Promiscuous Ways5 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.
Love and Eighth-Grade ScienceMy loveLove and Eighth-Grade Science2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is like white light,
comprised of the entire color spectrum,
but for now it has been diffused into its original components
by the prism you have set forth.
The colors are brilliant but aimless,
mere echoes between empty walls.
is like potential energy, waiting
to be converted to kinetic energy,
at top speed and with incredible momentum.
but first, you have to push.
Litost*Litost2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It is invisible: sinuous and coiled like an asp’s lethal promise; it glares at her with imagined eyes as hungry as an angel’s. Fallen. It speaks, and the words—as they unravel in her mind—bear the acute, red flare of fresh, stinging blisters. Sweetness lingers: the fading, chilly redolence of hops and tobacco-smoke, of damp, moldy stone and an echo of juniper. It touches her, sometimes, with snow-cream skin and the memory of something dark and shiny in the moonlight: a clumsy thing. It is not human.
It is invisible, now.
But she can see it…
When she closes her eyes.
Fat memories throb behind everything that she sees. Her gaze burns.
The air is indolent and smogged; the pavement beneath her feet is little more than the absence of ancient and weathered cobblestones. Moss and mold are scarce here. Begonias do not riot in clumps of red and white in clay pots stuck on shallow balconie
CravingsCravings5 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.
New Year's Eve, 1999New Year's Eve, 19999 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
The Knife In Your Mouth“Let’s try this again.”The Knife In Your Mouth2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Do we have to?”
I’ve met this guy before, somewhere along the line. He’s been with the precinct for months, probably transferred from a quieter one, which must be why he’s so up in arms about being in the city. The vein in his forehead has been bulging for two hours, and if I keep him any longer I’m sure it’ll burst. His last name has Pepper somewhere in it; I didn’t catch the full moniker only because I had my eyes on the upside-down heart of one of the junior officers.
“Listen, Jay. I don’t want to keep doing this. I just need some truth outta you before things get complicated. Paperwork, signatures, finger prints...it’s a mess. A nightmare. You don’t want it, and neither do I. So why keep this up any longer?”
He slides the picture across the table again, maybe hoping I’ll see something new, but it&
Raise Your Glass HighControl? No. She couldn't. It was hard enough converting the heretic geth... even the Reapers, horrible as they were, didn't deserve to have all choice taken from them. And it had been what they wanted The Illusive Man to do-- who knew what would happen if she tried taking them? Things could very well become so much worse, what if she reached the same decision as the Catalyst one day, and simply began this all over again?Raise Your Glass High3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Destruction was equally unthinkable. If there was one thing Shepard would not let herself be remembered for, it would be a mass genocide the likes of which the galaxy had never seen before. Killing the geth when they had just achieved peace, just achieved true sentience; killing EDI when she had shown just how human 'artificial intelligence' could be. There was also the confirmation that each Reaper was indeed the last remains of an ancient species. Even after all they had done, she couldn't destroy the little that remained of those people.
All that left was what t
Take away my painsWrap your arms around my waistTake away my pains5 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
Abandon: SobrietyAbandon: Sobriety2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Temptation destroys the very fabric of controlled rejection
And I yearn for a stupor salvation
This thirst is my disgraceful halation
And every shot sends me deeper into oblivion
My morals got caught up in warfare
Defining the worst side of my personality
These dark circles around my eyes lead nowhere
My irises are the source of frailty
Isolation is the only resort
The final stand against another taste
Just until my courage is immersed
And then another hit awaits
Bottom of a bottle / Bevel of a needle
A sacred betrayal / Spiraling into denial
My thoughts phase from numbness
Temporarily freed from reality
Resentment fuses with darkness
I begin to smile vacantly
Forcing a long-awaited blackout
This is what I've needed
When my eyelids crash down
The power of my pride is finally defeated
Dependency is fueled by weakness
Once broken- I become shapeless
I strip myself of all insecurities
So here's a toast
For Two BoysI have imaginedFor Two Boys2 years 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
I Smile BecauseThe touch of your breath is like a rainbow sighI Smile Because5 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.