Too much Zelda music on my playlist recently results in this. What can I say, though...I'm a sucker for piano in game music ;_;
10/27/16: Updated with much needed change to framing, and some different Chaotica imaging settings.
10/27/16: Updated with much needed change to framing, and some different Chaotica imaging settings.
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I mean this actually looks like a Giant Fiery Astral Octopus
The journal will be posted in a moment but your art will only be featured after your permission (if you will permit it naturally), if you want to see how it works with me, you can visit my profile and check it.
I'm ever so slowly working on a related piece to this (same inspiration source, different scene from the game), and hope to have it finished by like 2025 lmao: Lament 2; maybe replaying the game again will give me the motivation I need to finish it.
Lament 2 is coming along nicely!
I've tried to understand how I do things, and there's a combination of continuously firing pattern-recognition, combined simultaneously with gut feelings of what I like or don't like (and the whole "gut feelings" thing isn't something I have yet been able to explain logically).
I will note that I intend to stream (trying to) make artwork tomorrow -- both headset stuff and screen sharing (should be found in my journal if you want information on it), so that would be as good a place as any to see and ask things as I'm working on stuff. XD
I disappear, come back and find this.
OH GOD WHERE DID I GO.
I don't know where you went, but it's very good to hear from you, that's for sure
I'll leave you a note in a few days once I figure it out? I'm a bit low on time right now.
And yes, we REALLY need to talk. It's been long.
Because it's just jaw-breaking.
I can't understand the picture either except i do understand its like fire or something
These days they sit in a barber's shop with a haircutting cloak. Red faced, hawk nosed and withering, they take a scalding hot instrument and say, "This is because of her." A blood curdling scream cannot help but be released. And then the pain settles into satisfaction, "Because of her."
Pain isn't enough. "We must induce: UGLINESS. Yes. Ugliness. Unworthy, all the snotty types will decree 'UNWORTHY.' And they'll come with us, to where do bad people go when they die?" There. More for us, less for her.
I must allow free will. "Hail Mary, full of grace, pray for us sinners now and at the hour of our death. Amen." How will these tormented souls judge the blind? Were they somehow implicated in the compounded trauma of other souls? Because if they are, and they can only be blind, deaf and ignorant, they are unworthy of the Kingdom and perhaps deserve pain and punishment. And they will never see me.
Damien says to me, "Who you?" I say, "Mother Nature. And you are Father Sky."