Prompt III: Objects in nature/"disbelonging"/a strange find/wait is that a lamp?

Prepare to be very weirded out.


_{by Norwegian artist Rune Guneriussen}

This week's prompt has no name and no further guidelines besides that image. Take from it what you will, bend and twist and contort it for your own devices if you want. Metaphorical or literal, symbolic or realistic. Anything goes, as always!

Prompt III deadline is December 14th, Midnight Central Time.


AS FOR PROMPT II (current prompt) you have until MIDNIGHT CENTRAL TIME tonight, 12/07/09!

Prompt II Response

It was hard to do something for this when at the moment, I feel unwelcome at home, and any attempt at comfort is uncomfortable. I end up really cherishing my time alone, even if it's for an hour or two. I connect better with my animals than with my own family, and I've been getting comfort in the unconditional love they show me.

Oh man, I swear I will do something that does not suck for other prompts ffffffffffffffffail

Prompt II Response

I find comfort in almost being somewhere, whether it's my home in Sorrento, the UVic Residences, or visiting a friend elsewhere. The possibility of finding exactly what you're looking for exists and you know for certain that everything will be wonderful and fantastic.
It's the same feeling I get from walking under orangey city lights alone at night with their light reflected in the sky above me, or standing by the ocean, or listening to "Solsbury Hill." This sense that life is beautiful and perfect and that I can do or be anything I want.
Anyway this is pretty much the hills just before you get into Kamloops, where my parents were picking me up after I came home at reading break. The lights of the city were reflected in the clouds overhead and everything felt huge and exciting.
(Sorry it's so terrible; I'm not really used to digital media and I only just found out my scanner doesn't work.)

Prompt II Response

This is a comfort to me:
It's two in the morning and I'm alone in my apartment. And all of a sudden I realize how alone I am. But it's too late to phone anyone. No one is online to talk to. I don't have any friends in this city. All of my friends and family are on the other side of the Rocky Mountains.
So I open up a Word document, take a dive into my subconscious, and have a conversation with a voice in my head instead.
Taken is a very down to earth character, and he listens, and he consoles.
I know he isn't real. But sometimes I really, really wish he was.

Am I the only one who sometimes wishes a particular character was real?
Is it just me?

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!

Prompt II Response

The fruit of my labors in Painter X. Which I consequently hate. I did learn a lot about how textures work, and some of you may notice I went fucking nuts with them. But whatever.


Explanation:
I like to be alone a lot the time. I was an only child for the first 10 years of my life and I was usually given a lot of space to just be me. It's not that I don't like people, because I do, and most of my friends will agree that I'm not that much of a dick. I like getting away from responsibility and just having some time for me, my thoughts, and quiet. And a cigarette. I'm comfortable with me.
This Will Destroy You
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aqvmCiNMpCU

Prompt II Response

Being born and raised in Arizona has made me extremely sensitive to the cold. And I find nothing more comforting than wrapping myself up in my soft and fuzzy blanket with warm green tea fogging up my glasses. :)

Winter Journey Prompt I Response

Hey, I'm here posting this for my mom.



Winter Journey prompt response
_{by rootbeer float}

They made this trip no matter what the weather brought. Down the icy road, over the iron bridge, turn into our driveway. I never saw the people, I don’t even know their names. But they brought gifts greater than gold…they brought joy and excitement and left it on the doorstep for us to find. The gifts under our tree were often times sparse, and the things they brought (though at times sparse themselves) made a world of difference to me and my family. Small boxes of candy, a gift or two that would double - double! - the amount of presents we had. What a thrill to hear the a knock on the kitchen door, then find a small pile of treats on our kitchen porch…it was like crafty old Santa snuck in early! That’s what I thought, anyway. Only later, after I grew up did I learn that it was a charity from the people in our town, disbursed to families that did not have so much to spend on presents and trinkets. But oh, what a delight and surprise it was. And now that I am grown up, I have made those same trips, to the same sort of houses I grew up in. It is a debt I feel I should repay. And I feel like I myself am crafty old Santa, slipping silently in and quickly out, dispersing dreams and wishes to all those good children. I never see the people…they don’t even know my name. Maybe they do. Maybe they say it the same way my parents did, with a wink and nod and a knowing smile. “Must have been Santa”, they’d say. “Must have been Santa”.

Prompt II

just a quick sketch. odd feelings of home at late hours.

Prompt II response

I blorped this together in the past hour or so and /hopefully/ I'll have something better to show, but if not, then this is what I got (:




What else can I say! Winter (December in particular), my cat (who is fat, and is probably the person/creature I spend the most time with), and adventuring in/with those things. Vermont is a pretty good place to live if you want foresty winterventures.

Prompt II Response

Oh, you can click on the image to view full size. It's huuge. :o

I don't really have a sense of home anywhere, but a lot of things bring me comfort, which I tried to include in this doodle. Rain, my cat, art, storms, tea, etc.... c8

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."

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