Unfinished Works

[PonderThis]

Sorry, Bogey, another non-Lost watcher here. But hey, don't be discouraged! You never know sometimes what'll hit and what'll miss but that shouldn't stop you from trying.

[ntw3001]

It's Lost, but I may not be getting the reference because all I know about Lost...

So you didn't see the Lost series finale? My bad; I thought my original audience had seen it, due to the forum topic. Here, not so much, but -- nobody?

Next time I get an idea like this, I'll just take another walk about the block instead.

I wouldn't worry about it. As far as I can gather, to have encountered at least four people on the same forum who don't watch Lost just makes you spectacularly unfortunate in your choice of audience.

[EvilJekyll]

Yes, I have never seen one episode of Lost.

[jvcc]

I watched the first series pretty religiously, but by about the third I became sick of it.

[fanelian]

I started this to have something to use for one of those facebook tests, and got carried away into something kind of "meaty" but left it unfinished, as most of the writing stuffs I do.

Any word chosing that seems off goes on my "english is a second language for me" card... right?
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The bitterness of the hot summer wind, felt like the aftertaste of the catastrophic events that had transpired since she left the place. That place that she had been so close to call theirs, and that now not only couldn't she bring herself to call his only, but would like to prented that it had ceased to exist altogether. A complete block gone from the city, just because she couldn't stand the tought of that place being occupied by him and, most painfully, by her. There was a her now, another woman. Not a suspicion, not a ghost, but a certainty and a flesh and bone, living and breathing person that was now the object of his affection, his carsesses, his tender words, his lust.

She now walked as fast as her feet could carry her, through the city, the setting sun piercing her eyes through the tears that now started flowing. The shock had been so great that was only now, after an hour , that her tears started rolling down her cheeks, heavy and hot. Come to think about it, maybe it had been more time, but she couldn't say, everything was now a blur, an alternate reality where time was measured in emotions.

[Null]

I think Skimba knows this guy. But she won't give me his number.

[Binkatron5000]

Oh hello there, sir! Care to step in for a drink? Though, it looks like you might not be able to keep your liquids inside.

[ntw3001]

Do you mean he has a hard time holding his drink? YEEHAW

[chrismachine]

So, what's left to do on that one?

[Null]

So, what's left to do on that one?

I don't know. Generally, these things "tell" me when they're done, if that makes sense. This one hasn't said that yet.

[loofah]

Maybe some spooky mist in the lower portion?

[Null]

Hmm...a good idea, one I had not considered. It would have to be done well, though, so as not to trigger the cliche-meter more than it is pinging now with this image. Thanks!

[Skimba]

I think Skimba knows this guy. But she won't give me his number.

hahahahaha..yes. It's very well done, I'll have him look at it and let you know. (he's very secretive)

[Null]

Oil on canvas, about 28" x 22"

[Binkatron5000]

The golden apple!

I love the idea of taking something that is done way too often in still-life paintings, in this case, apples, and transforming it into another realm and making it into something new and notable.

Also, after some time, the background reminded me of caramel and chocolate sticks! Maybe I am just hungry.

[EvilJekyll]

I like.

[ntw3001]

Instead of finishing the thing I was whining about in the other thread, I started a different thing. It's a comic for my Pokemans Nuzlocke run. It is playing Pokemans, except you can only catch a limited number and when they faint they're dead forever blah blah. Anyway, what these people seem to do is make comics detailing their adventures, mostly bad, occasionally good. The advantage to this over the children's book is that all the characters already know what they're supposed to look like. So, thus far I've drawn this:



It's the very beginning, in which our hero arrives at his completely flat new house in the back of a wedge-shaped van.

The main lesson I have not learned is not to spend so ridiculously long on a single frame that you don't draw any others. Also, to plan the comic on a frame-by-frame basis from the start rather than assuming the opening will just take care of itself. While this is an unfinished work, I'm putting it in this thread more as pre-emptive move. On the plus side, the way I've shaded this is probably much easier to replicate than the children's book.

In addition, orange on blue is exactly as nauseating as I'd anticipated.