I don't have creativity for photos... many ideas are running over my head... but they're just for some manipulations and i don't have time for manipulations.. school is killing me and i just want to relax in weekends, also i'm waiting for the evil ~Amelee mwahahha...
So.. as you know i've been alone these days on my house.. my books are full of weird (kinda abstract) drawings... i just let the pencil go... he draws with the help of my hand....
until i got this thing... strange eh?¿¿¿???
The tools i used here were: Ink pencils, coffee and the big help of photoshop.. because i didn't like the result of the painting... photoshop make my days
the tittle idea came from ~azmodeo, so.. don't ask me what's a Cthulhu tree, because i'll answer you "i don't have any fucking idea"...
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"When they get home, Damp-eyed and weary, They smile and crush their children to their heaving chests, Making unfulfillable promises. For who can bear to be forgotten?"
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-- Dying Is an art, like everything else. I do it exceptionally well. I do it so it feels like hell. I do it so it feels real. I guess you could say I’ve a call.
cool!!! that tree has an ovni and an octupus, bubbles, a weird bird, it's amazing great work, i really like the drawing ( and the coffee painting idea i also love coffee )
anyway good job and good luck with school, if you're still fighting with it
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||Mea culpa, ecce signum || Corpus vile, coram deo || Pactum serva || Scala caeli, gloria patri, pax et bonum || Sine cura, vade mecum || Casus belli, lusus naturae ||
Keep up the awesome work!
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Let me dream of crystal lakes lit by the Sun, the Moon or the Stars,
Of green meadows and creations of Elves and proud PAGAN HEARTS !
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Our hearts are drunk with a beauty our eyes could never see.
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Everything is simpler than you think
and at the same time more complex than you imagine.
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I'm not a good commentor, just a good watcher ^^
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Eloísa Valdes
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"When they get home,
Damp-eyed and weary,
They smile and crush their children to their heaving chests,
Making unfulfillable promises.
For who can bear to be forgotten?"
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"love is Free" - John Lennon
Hope you don't mind...
[link]
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Dying
Is an art, like everything else.
I do it exceptionally well.
I do it so it feels like hell.
I do it so it feels real.
I guess you could say I’ve a call.
–Sylvia Plath
anyway good job and
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||Mea culpa, ecce signum || Corpus vile, coram deo || Pactum serva || Scala caeli, gloria patri, pax et bonum || Sine cura, vade mecum || Casus belli, lusus naturae ||
Dies illa, velut luna, dona es virtum