Pee mee - part 1

Once upon a time, in a gloomy town which belonged to no continent, there was a girl who the folks called P-girl. The reason behind her name wasn't a mystery anymore, everybody knew why, everybody knew the answer: She would always pee. But not just like anybody. She wouldn't just pee, she would peeeeeeeee. Once she started to pee, nobody would be able to stop her. Because she loved to pee. Not once, not twice but that many times even the smartest mathematicians weren't able to count so that they had to invent a new number just to count the times she peed. So you see, she liked to pee.
But as in all the stories written up to day, there was a problem. Just because she peed too much, she just couldn't fall in love. She would spend days and nights in the loo, how could she ever find the time to fall in love? She needed a P-boy, just like herself. But where was the P-boy? How could she ever find a P-boy in this lonely and gloomy town which did not bloom from any continent?
Then, one day, which looked like any other day but turned out to be the "one day" to start a sentence in this stupid story, a guy came to town. Don't ask which town, you should know it by now. Anyway, nobody knew him except me but I was too busy writing this story so I didn't tell them who he was. Everybody was curious about him except the P-girl because she hadn't seen him yet, she was in the loo as always. Everybody was going mad and I mean literally going mad but I do not exactly know how it relates to this story or the guy coming into town. Probably it was just a meaningless coincidence like all other coincidences.
And this guy, he was big. Like any other big guy, he went to the biggest square of the town which was surrounded by some galleries and museums and also had a couple of statues of the other big guys. There was also a pool just in the centre of the square. Back in the arctic times, it was initially designed to be a fancy swimming pool but realizing that they were living in the arctic times and it would be cold to swim in the pool, people decided to leave it there as a decoration and added some more statues in it to make it look more like a decoration. That's why it was called Trafalgar Square.

(to be continued)

Illustration Friday - Portrait

Bloody shapes

And here is a cube of squares who shall bleed
like the cylinder of circles.

Illustration Friday-sorry

Anger management therapy.

liam and his big words

Oh bouquet, the bouquet, la bouquet

upside down-downside up

This, is the end of the story.
This, is the beginning of the story.

Illustration Friday: Robots

Mechanic voices shouting orders...Waiting at the same spot every day... Coded id's... Knowing only what they want us to know, dreaming only what they want us to dream. MONEY. rats, rats, rats, rats, rats... Wasting your life away... We are already robots.

Tough Guy

I guess I need to get organized

Pardon?

I guess I need to be categorized

What?

Speed of Thought

This bit I did for Illustration Friday. The topic was "speed"; so I played around with the quantum mechanics theory which basically says that if you reach the speed of light, then you become a light.

for lovely Brighton

"Happy-happy, joy-joy!", as Stimpy would say...

The little chick who doesn't yet know what it will get to know

ten years later: Moment of initiation. Slap! and then comes the deadly silence...

The ghost in front of the door, standing still, like the girl in the Ring.

Sometimes I imagine something that is not real but then I start to believe that what I imagined is actually real. Like this other night, when I was trying to sleep and there was this big pile of papers in my room that were staying in the same position for days and days because I was just being messy and not tidying them up, and they suddenly fell down in the middle of the night with a hiss like as if somebody was giving out a big blow of breath because they were really really angry and bored; and I started to think what could be the thing that made them move when they had not moved at all for days and days because I was just being messy and not tidying them up, and I thought that maybe there is a ghost in the room and then I imagined a ghost in the room, and I thought maybe the ghost is in front of the door, standing still, like the girl in the Ring, and then I imagined a ghost in front of the door, standing still, like the girl in the Ring, and I was lying facing the wall next to my bed so I could not turn around to look, I could not move because I was too scared to see the ghost in front of the door, standing still, like the girl in the Ring, and then I started to think what would I do if I turned around and saw the ghost like if I would say something good or if I would say something bad or if I would just scream or if I would get up and run to turn on the lights but the switch was next to the door so i got more stressed and I could not turn around to look, I could not move because I was too scared to see the ghost in front of the door, standing still, like the girl in the Ring, and then I started to imagine if I ever survive the ghost, would my flatmates believe me that I saw a ghost or would they just think that I am just a freak who thinks that she saw a ghost in front of her door, standing still, like the girl in the Ring and the more I thought about the ghost in front of the door, standing still, like the girl in the Ring, the more I could not turn around to look, I could not move because I was too scared to see the ghost in front of the door, standing still, like the girl in the Ring, and so I could not sleep just because I imagined a ghost in front of the door, standing still, like the girl in the Ring but then I started to believe that there is actually a ghost in front of the door, standing still, like the girl in the Ring. But I slept later on.

easy days

the mikrope family welcomes you

See there? Just right up there, right on the top of this page, my header? Well then, let me introduce you to my lovely tiny little friends: They are the Mikrope Family. I've been having a wonderful week of flu and we've been sitting around with these Mikrope guys coughing and sneezing together; oh you know the usual sick stuff. So there, they will be my new landlords from now on. Ok the Mikropes, say hi to everybody now. "Katchooo!"

Pens in Love

And here are some stills from the animation:

Pens in Love

Well well... Been working on a stop frame animation under really primitive conditions as in this pic:

which includes:

- a Kodak digital camera which keeps on running off battery every half an hour.

- two weirdo desk lamps for lighting, really oldschool stuff.

- a limping tripod.

- no space.

It came out quite good though. Basically, there are two characters, two pens, one male one female, that are animated to a song called Le Rendez Vous by Manu Chao. It's one of my all time favourite tracks so I probably got quite carried away while working on it. So anyway, I will be posting some stills from the animation soon and if I can manage to compress the movie file to a reasonable and "watchable" size, I'm hoping to upload it here as well. Later..

Welcome to my headache

Zoom in. Zoom out. Zoom in. Zoom out. Zoom in. Zoom out. Zoom in. Zoom out. Zoom in. Zoom out. Zoom in. Zoom out.
Ka-boom.
Yeah.