Showing posts with label two. Show all posts
Showing posts with label two. Show all posts

Sunday, December 6, 2009

Prompt II Response



I find my bed to be really safe and comforting place. You can just bury yourself in blankets and pillows and no one (usually, haha) bothers you. This character, Raphael, is also comforting for me to draw.
Not much to say about my home except that there is a disconnect because of where I live during school. It's just a house where I happen to put my shit in and not really a 'home' If that makes sense!

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

Prompt II Response from Machi

Machinari here, breaking in and probably messing up. >< I have no idea who the speaker is, but he's probably either bald, or a nudist with a mohawk. Yay inspiration...? Um.

"There aren't many comforts around for people like us. We gave up our homes a long time ago, escaping the cities and human company in favor of the unexplored jungles, where civilized men would never dream of walking. There is death there, they say, as the metallic cities siphon away their spirits and leave them there, nothing more than plodding masses of warm flesh where a human once stood.

Somehow, we find jungle death far more appealing. Out there, we at least know when we're dead. For the city-dwellers, it could take years, decades, whatever, oblivious as they are. They walk along their routine for their whole lives without realizing that they have none. Their ways suit them, and ours suit us. For them, home is security, comfort is monotony, happiness is sleep. It isn't a dishonorable life, but not one that we could ever be a part of.

For us, home is wherever we can see the wind ruffle the feathers of our falcons, or seeing the moon in its cold glory. Comfort is a successful hunt, or living through another day. Happiness is wading into the stream when the fish are thick, or the wildness in running beneath our companions as they dive, the beast from land and beast from air. It's different, it's living, it's feeling hot blood pounding through our veins, blood that has stagnated within our 'civilized' counterparts. It's freedom that's home for us, and death before I give it up."


FFFFFFFFFFFFFF *hides*

Monday, November 30, 2009

PROMPT II: [WEEKLY] Home/Comfort

This is the second prompt, for a WEEKLY challenge. The month-long theme is of course still going on. Bear in mind that because these are weekly, less is being demanded of you (pretend like anything was being demanded of you in the first place). Sketches and doodles are welcome, as always.

"Home" and "Comfort". They don't always equal one another. What is home to you? What comforts you? Is home a feeling, a person, an object, or a construct?

Again, be as literal or metaphorical as you like. There are no limits.

Your deadline is DECEMBER SEVENTH.