I finished this last night. My initial intentions were to draw on the newspapers a cartoon but I realized that the only sentence that appears very clearly is “make love not war” (it is the only one in bold). It caught my attention because I was trying to glue pieces of paper that made no difference so, anyway, it was like a sign 😛 haha!
A couple of days ago I saw a vase at a store which looked something like that and I wanted to buy it, but I never buy something that I can make myself! So this is it, the circles aren’t perfect but I really enjoyed making it and I found what to do with it in the same time 🙂 !
Ladies and gentlemen let me introduce you to Flin 🙂 He is a friend of Alice!
It’s been a while since I last posted… I had many things to do! But now it’s time to continue all my projects!
I’ve always liked old abandoned buildings, no matter in what condition they are.
They are like ghost, always have something to say about the past… Letting the imagination fly! The following pictures are no photoshoped at all :). This building is very big and the street too narrow. When I took the two first pictures I though I could put them together in photoshop but for some reason I moved :S
The colorful cloths have been there for at least two years. Left there probably at the middle of an unfinished job… Reconstructing maybe? I like to call it random art even though this term is used for other things.
This is a girl I made out of clay yesterday and I just loved her! She is a bit scary but she smiles..so she can’t be that bad 😛 I am trying to find a name for her ….Tristie..Kleo..Filis… I am still thinking about it 🙂
I think I should have named the blog “the tree Blog” after all…:P Yeah I love trees !
It is said that every seven weeks
The Sky picks
And He sents a witch
Down to this bridge
Every seven weeks in the midnights mist
A witch gives a spell twist
That no mortal can resist
Her job is to bring to the Sky’s feast
The man that He picked
The one that was kissed in the midnights mist on this bridge
The man becomes a star
The witch becomes the sun
And the sky as always young…
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