Progress as of 4/2: Doodles!
Final Pannels!
Sunday, April 15, 2012
Project Number Billion: Final Project
Idea: Using Jordan Crane's The Clouds Above as refrence, make up a fun story involving the several genre-based cats from the Sandpaper project (based off of Dr. Cat) and/or children's books explaining the stages of life, and draw as many pannels as possible before the end of the semester!
Progress as of 4/2: Doodles!
Final Pannels!
Progress as of 4/2: Doodles!
Final Pannels!
Project 100: Diagram a Movie
He couldn't fight it anymore. He could hear them, not far behind him. His feet were still moving, but his eyelids dropped lower and lower. He couldn't resist.
"Just a minute," he said. "Just a minute I'll sleep, then I'll be okay."
He let the lids fall shut and felt the fatigue fall away like autumn leaves in the wind.
When he opened his eyes, he didn't recognize his surroundings. He listened, but didn't hear them anywhere, and for the first time in a long while, he just stood in the sun, enjoying being the last man on earth.
"Just a minute," he said. "Just a minute I'll sleep, then I'll be okay."
He let the lids fall shut and felt the fatigue fall away like autumn leaves in the wind.
When he opened his eyes, he didn't recognize his surroundings. He listened, but didn't hear them anywhere, and for the first time in a long while, he just stood in the sun, enjoying being the last man on earth.
Project 5: Erasing/Fabric
On the day my drawings came to life, I ran through the hallway with a paintbrush in each hand, dragging it along the walls, making as many friends as I could.
They peeled off the walls and smiled, asking me about my day and offering to clean around the house a bit.
They shook out the rugs and washed the dishes. They set out a nice lunch and sorted through the mail.
They found the mop and the broom, but by the time they started, I had turned the whole house into friends, and there was nothing left but the dirt beneath our feet.
So I handed each of them a brush, and we drew on the ground until there were friends as far as the eye could see, and no one ever had to be alone again.
They peeled off the walls and smiled, asking me about my day and offering to clean around the house a bit.
They shook out the rugs and washed the dishes. They set out a nice lunch and sorted through the mail.
They found the mop and the broom, but by the time they started, I had turned the whole house into friends, and there was nothing left but the dirt beneath our feet.
So I handed each of them a brush, and we drew on the ground until there were friends as far as the eye could see, and no one ever had to be alone again.
Project 4: Tape/Sandpaper and Project #?: Sewing
"I've done it!" yelled the man. "I've figured out how to live forever!"
He stepped back and admired his work, four and a half black boards full of equations and theories and philosophies and geographic locations. He had done it.
He looked around for someone to tell, but there was nobody in the room, so he rushed out into the hall, but still found no one.
He ran out of the university, into the streets, into the shops, restaraunts and appartment complexes. He ran into theaters and gymnasiums and yet he found no sign of anyone.
He sat on the rooftop of the house he had always dreamt of buying. He ran stop lights and wore a dirty tee shirt to a reservations-only restaraunt. For a time, these things kept him happy, but soon the emptyness began to consume him.
He became delusional, losing all track of time and space, of self, everything.
Inside the university, the trainee looked up from the blackboard, now half erased. "Why do we do it?" he asked. "Why do we keep erasing it?"
"I don't know," said his superior. "I don't get paid to care. Now hurry up and get that last bit so we can get out of here."
So the trainee took one last look at the remenants of the equation. "The secret to living forever is to search for the answer to living forever!" Such a strange thing, thought the trainee, but he simply shrugged and wiped the board clean.
Eventually the man, now fully in the throes of madness, found his way back to the university. He stumbled from room to room until he came upon the grand hall with five large blackboards.
He made his way across the room, reading the discernable bits. Hints of math, bits of theory, snippits of philosphy, and rough sketches of various locations. "Astounding," he said. "I think I can solve this." He pressed his fingers lightly to the board. "I can solve this. I know how to solve this."
So he grabbed the chalk from the tray and got to work.
Project 3: Water/Transparency
"I don't know about this," said Arianna, looking around the room for a sympathic face. "I heard this sort of stuff was dangerous." But nobody agreed. No one spoke up. They just placed their hands on the planchette.
Defeated, Arianna stared back at the ouiji board, with it's strange numbers and letters, and sat down on the couch with the rest.
Not a second after she laid her hand on the planchette, the lights began to flicker and a strong wind burst through the windows, sending papers billowing across the room. As the papers all fell to the floor, the group saw before them a woman, floating in place beside the lampshade.
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"It's a ghost!" they cheered. "A ghost on our first try!" And so, using the ouiji board, the group asked the ghost questions.
Strangely enough, the ghost seemed to be unspecial in any way. It couldn't possess people or make scary faces. It hadn't died horrbibly, and it had no words of wisdom from beyond the grave. She was just a normal woman. That was it.
Eventually it wasn't worth the effort to spell out the questions, so the group bid the ghost adieu and went off to find something more interesting to do, even Arianna, who was the most disappointed of all.
Defeated, Arianna stared back at the ouiji board, with it's strange numbers and letters, and sat down on the couch with the rest.
Not a second after she laid her hand on the planchette, the lights began to flicker and a strong wind burst through the windows, sending papers billowing across the room. As the papers all fell to the floor, the group saw before them a woman, floating in place beside the lampshade.
alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5731813610501221250" />"It's a ghost!" they cheered. "A ghost on our first try!" And so, using the ouiji board, the group asked the ghost questions.
Strangely enough, the ghost seemed to be unspecial in any way. It couldn't possess people or make scary faces. It hadn't died horrbibly, and it had no words of wisdom from beyond the grave. She was just a normal woman. That was it.
Eventually it wasn't worth the effort to spell out the questions, so the group bid the ghost adieu and went off to find something more interesting to do, even Arianna, who was the most disappointed of all.
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