Friday, December 18, 2009
Thursday, December 17, 2009
Theme:: Schnapps
Me mam used to say you can tell a girl’s character by her choice of tipple. Herself she had been an honest-as-salt Dublin gal, preferring her whiskey warm as she liked her men.
Before the war was another epoch.
Since then I have seen many an impeccable lady who sip their wine with tasteful discern; beer-guzzling nurses with their hands as coarse as men’s; pale alley girls with waists narrow like their tinkling glasses of gin.
And now, in a foreign city, I sit under the dooming gaze of your eyes as you slowly spill over ice your cherry schnapps as bitter a red as the blood on my hands.
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110 words.
Sunday, December 13, 2009
Theme:: Fell
You have to click and enlarge the image, because there's a drabble alongside without which it won't make much sense. (I went for 150 words this time and exceeded the limit by exactly five words, so what you have here is 155 words.)
MS Word (for story), pencil, watercolour, Photoshop. Background image of 12th century Andalusian Quran stolen off Wikipedia. Clothes, drawing style and other details studied from many many Islamic manuscript illuminations but not directly copied off any, so should I mention particular reference?
Also, ten points to anyone who can find out the context of the story. :D
Monday, November 30, 2009
Theme: Schnapps
The label on a bottle of American schnapps, peach-flavoured and bottled at 15% ABV (image collected from Wikipedia).
Sunday, November 29, 2009
Saturday, November 21, 2009
Theme:: Clear
The morning glittered. Below at the square a solitary man was sweeping the red-yellow leaves with a long wiry broom. In the houses the men and children were awakening and ambling downstairs for breakfast; soon they will be dressed and released in the streets like an outbreak of plague into the sharp autumn air. Oh humanity, how you never tire of yourself!
He sat solemnly on one of the rooftops around the square. He was a fifteen-year-old boy in shirtsleeves and breeches, with a mop of chestnut hair and a button nose.
Not yet, but soon, he would require a name.
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- A "drabble" is a 100-word story, a form usually used for fan fiction.
- I'm thinking of writing a drabble for each of the prompts henceforth. If all goes well (i.e. if my imagination doesn't fail), they'll all be about the same person, a character I'd created and written a lot about and then given up a couple of years ago.
- Sometimes I'm going to add a bit of a sketch to the drabble, not always, because I'm a slow and not-very-skilled artist. Let's see! :D
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Saturday, November 14, 2009
Friday, November 6, 2009
Monday, October 26, 2009
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Theme : Take
Pulu-r 11 number Take.!!! :-P
(Aar kichhu mone porchhilo na ..tai eta ArtRage chotpot 2-3 -tey brush stroke merey complete korey, ekhaney pheley dilum.... )
(Aar kichhu mone porchhilo na ..tai eta ArtRage chotpot 2-3 -tey brush stroke merey complete korey, ekhaney pheley dilum.... )
Friday, October 16, 2009
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Monday, October 12, 2009
Friday, October 9, 2009
Thursday, October 8, 2009
This is just a decoy.
While it wasn't the easiest to make Ashvin dig onions in the patch of green adjacent to the school building, under the circumstances he decided that the chore would puncture his ego with slightly less severity than an objection was threatening to. The classic routine of lavatory-cleaning failed to suit his tastes. It was not quite unknown to Ashvin that all that stood between him and that last straw was a long-distance phone call from his father to the principal. That detail failed to cheer him up. This austere school building, with its hollow corridors, nightly shadows creeping across dorm ceilings, the repressed, soulless boys, the pasty-faced brothers, the maudlin pastor, angels, saints, choir practices, prayers at ungodly hours, above all Jesus fucking Christ... the entire freakshow disgusted the hell out of his thirteen-year-old self.
And as if perching on the rear wall during recess and making a detailed yet appreciative study of the chicks from the sister school next door was even a bad thing!
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Yes, yes, I know... don't kill me. I've been running very low on both time and imagination, but uhm... Such Base (and Humourless) Trickery Shall Not Be Repeated, yes?
Pin Up Bunny!
And I cheated and made one image with two themes. A classic pin up in a bunny suit. Reference used, pin up photos in the internets.
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
Monday, October 5, 2009
Theme: Ornithology
Alert by Instinct, Predatory by Learning, Fearsome by appearance, Knowledgable over time, He's a Class apart...
Sunday, October 4, 2009
Light/Shade/Color
This was meant to be a painting, but I've been too swamped to do it. So here's the photomanipulation of the 'idea'. How the streets look so orange at night. No color modification done in this mind you.
wow. I am four days behind!
