First entry (art)
Second entry (art)
Third entry (fic) (Fourth World)
Fourth entry (fic) (Fifth World)
Fifth entry (fic) (Sixth World part one)
Sixth entry (fic) (Sixth World part two)
Seventh entry (fic) (Sixth World part three)
Part One of drawings I did at age eleven, requested by
privatemaladict (that's who you send the therapy bill to, btw).
This is a series of drawings that I invested a significant portion of math class to in junior high school. I was in either the seventh or eighth grade. I was completely unpopular, hated my classmates, and was entirely miserable. It really was the worst two years of my life. I was surprised at some of these drawings when I looked at them last night; clearly I had some issues about violence. I warn you, some of these drawings look as if they were the product of a deranged adolescent. Well, they probably were.
Anyway, the fantasy world was where I liked to be, and I read lots and lots of fantasy at that time, like Piers Anthony (Xanth, Blue Adept) and Dune by Frank Herbert. I also voraciously read books about drug use and its effect on the human body and books about Native Americans. I was fascinated by Mayan/Olmec/Aztec culture as well.
So this series of drawings was a story to me, some sort of illustrated daydream progression. I apparently developed some sort of cat culture that was heavily influenced by the D & D weapons guide and Native American cultures. These cats battled against a race of dragons perpetually. Their military system was based on different sets of "forces". (Spear Forces, Arrow Forces, etc.) Their means of transportation were giant heart-shaped floating balloons. The military cats would inscribe their balloons with a symbol depending on which Force they belonged to. There were rites of passage and tragedies and lots of combat and singing. You'll see.
I've left the pictures in order and titled them with my eleven-year-old self's titles. My current self will be typing a commentary for each picture so that it won't be a total waste of time...hopefully you'll get a chuckle out of some of the pics.
I scanned each page in and cropped and resized. There are thirty scans in all. Half will be in this entry, the rest in the next, and I apologize now to anyone with dial-up who wants to see these. Actually, I apologize in advance to anyone who actually clicks on the cut-link. If you are deranged enough to want to see them closer up, just click on the picture.
( Click only if you are absolutely certain you wish to proceed. )
Part Two
Second entry (art)
Third entry (fic) (Fourth World)
Fourth entry (fic) (Fifth World)
Fifth entry (fic) (Sixth World part one)
Sixth entry (fic) (Sixth World part two)
Seventh entry (fic) (Sixth World part three)
Part One of drawings I did at age eleven, requested by
This is a series of drawings that I invested a significant portion of math class to in junior high school. I was in either the seventh or eighth grade. I was completely unpopular, hated my classmates, and was entirely miserable. It really was the worst two years of my life. I was surprised at some of these drawings when I looked at them last night; clearly I had some issues about violence. I warn you, some of these drawings look as if they were the product of a deranged adolescent. Well, they probably were.
Anyway, the fantasy world was where I liked to be, and I read lots and lots of fantasy at that time, like Piers Anthony (Xanth, Blue Adept) and Dune by Frank Herbert. I also voraciously read books about drug use and its effect on the human body and books about Native Americans. I was fascinated by Mayan/Olmec/Aztec culture as well.
So this series of drawings was a story to me, some sort of illustrated daydream progression. I apparently developed some sort of cat culture that was heavily influenced by the D & D weapons guide and Native American cultures. These cats battled against a race of dragons perpetually. Their military system was based on different sets of "forces". (Spear Forces, Arrow Forces, etc.) Their means of transportation were giant heart-shaped floating balloons. The military cats would inscribe their balloons with a symbol depending on which Force they belonged to. There were rites of passage and tragedies and lots of combat and singing. You'll see.
I've left the pictures in order and titled them with my eleven-year-old self's titles. My current self will be typing a commentary for each picture so that it won't be a total waste of time...hopefully you'll get a chuckle out of some of the pics.
I scanned each page in and cropped and resized. There are thirty scans in all. Half will be in this entry, the rest in the next, and I apologize now to anyone with dial-up who wants to see these. Actually, I apologize in advance to anyone who actually clicks on the cut-link. If you are deranged enough to want to see them closer up, just click on the picture.
( Click only if you are absolutely certain you wish to proceed. )
Part Two