Meaningless Ravings

Mon, 11 Jun 2007 07:55:26 GMT

In the first Time of All Times, the galaxy lay cold and arid, like a pool undisturbed. From the swirling dust of a young star, arose the First People – and they were great and mighty across the fertile suns. They strove amongst the heavens and built a kingdom of great joy. But there was a sadness in them, for they looked upon the fertile garden, and found no one to share their joy with.

So they searched upon the limpid face of the galaxy, and birthed three lesser peoples, and gave them self-knowing, and raised them as their own children though they were not of the same tree of flesh. To the first was given the Gift of Knowledge, and they were the Golden Tribe. To the Second was given the Gift of Power, and they were named the Iron Tribe. Last and greatest to behold was the Ivory Tribe, and to them was given the greatest gift, the Gift of Peace.

The First People danced with their children, and shared with them their struggles, their griefs, and the worlds, the winds and the stars. And the Tribes loved them as son loves father. And in the fullness of time, the First People grew old, and weary, and looked deep and long into the great blackness beyond the edge of the Stars.

So the First People gathered all their empire of worlds, a thousand thousand worlds drawn like chariots by strings of stardust, and bid a proud goodbye to their children.

“Love us.” They said. “Remember us. And in time, raise children of the mind of your own.”

But as they turned, they heard behind them a great cry – and from a world unknown to them, a new Tribe, unaided, announced its fiery birth to the heavens with a mighty roar. The First People gazed in wonder at them, and in their heart of hearts they were made afraid. To these people they did not give a Name. To these people, they did not give any Gift.

The First People drew together their worldships and journeyed beyond, but they left their children this message writ across the stars: “Behold the Nameless Tribe. They have fashioned their own Gift, and its name is War – and they will share it with you, if they can.”

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Sat, 21 Apr 2007 23:16:08 GMT

This is possibly the greatest thing I have ever drawn.

Wed, 18 Apr 2007 05:44:36 GMT

I sketched this while watching Drive.

Someday, I will own this.

Sat, 14 Apr 2007 09:51:13 GMT

Thu, 12 Apr 2007 08:30:06 GMT

This set of sketches done to harass Michelle, who only needed a cartoon crow to complete her site. =D

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Youtube of painting process

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If you needed any more proof I was batshit insane...

Fri, 16 Mar 2007 04:15:23 GMT

I dragged my dinky laptop out to the tim Hortons with the wacom. Do you have any idea how hard it is to paint on a 600 mhz machine? :O

Man, that one guy on the bottom is so. fucking. creepy. Center-aligned eyes = wrong.

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