p(004)e: Ms. Found In A Bottle

Based this one entirely on the title. Late night post again.

I have to be honest, this photo scares the bejesus out of me..

Accidental, blurry, but some wicked colours. No post-processing here either.

See you tomorrow.
JM

p(003)e: Mesmeric Revelation

Another long day of work resulting in another late post (but still completed and posted on the day of!).

I made a collage for today's read (Mesmeric Revelation), namely because the word "mesmeric" reminds me of nonsensical thought processes, dreams and visions, all of which I felt would be best represented through the chaos that can be achieved only in a small collage.

Apologies again for the sideways images. Hopefully I'll switch those with images rotated in the proper axis tomorrow when I'm a little less tired on my day off.

See you tomorrow.
JM

p(002)e: The Balloon-Hoax (revised)

Uhoh, nearly missed out on day two.
That would have been a little bit humiliating.

Updated my piece for this entry because I felt that the original was a bit plain.

You can still check out the original entry under the jump.

p(001)e: The Unparalleled Adventure of One Hans Pfaall

Day one is, for the most part, wordless.

I pulled a couple of quotes from the short story and drew them using a fine permanent marker and tinted with black coffee. The pot of coffee that I brewed while reading today's story was very strong, to the point where a mug filled one-third with milk and two-thirds coffee was still of a dark almondy hue.

The drawings (or perhaps "scribbles" would be more in tune with what they are) depict a vehicle, which, mark my words, I am fully aware is not what the story was describing. I just thought a car of the automobile sort was easier for my (low) skill level to draw. If you're at all bothered by that, I ask that you do not argue with me, because I've now given you my reasoning for why the drawings look as they do.

"I also secured in the car a pair of pigeons and a cat." (p. 7)

"The balloon at first collapsed, then furiously expanded, then whirred round and round with sickening velocity, and finally, reeling and staggering like a drunked man, hurled me over the rim of the car, and left me dangling, at a terrific height, with my head downward and my face outward, by a piece of slender cord about three feet in length, which hung accidentally through a crevice near the bottom of the wickerwork, and in which, as I fell, my left foot became most providentially entangled." (p. 8)

My little helper


See you tomorrow.
JM