For me, the reaction of these creatures is more of lost love than that of lost art. To them the doll has life. Even though it is not true, they feel it to be so. Is it not said that what we love in others are often our own illusions that we have placed on them and to love truly is to see truly
When he finally hypnotized us into blissful sorrow, That 1 Guy launched into a four-limbed assault on the monster, and thunder and lightening erupted from it. He's up on stage, slapping and stomping the shit out of his Magic Pipe, looking like he's having the time of his life. It's no wonder the crowd sounded three times its size.
When he finally hypnotized us into blissful sorrow, That 1 Guy launched into a four-limbed assault on the monster, and thunder and lightening erupted from it. He's up on stage, slapping and stomping the shit out of his Magic Pipe, looking like he's having the time of his life. It's no wonder the crowd sounded three times its size.
When he finally hypnotized us into blissful sorrow, That 1 Guy launched into a four-limbed assault on the monster, and thunder and lightening erupted from it. He's up on stage, slapping and stomping the shit out of his Magic Pipe, looking like he's having the time of his life. It's no wonder the crowd sounded three times its size.
When he finally hypnotized us into blissful sorrow, That 1 Guy launched into a four-limbed assault on the monster, and thunder and lightening erupted from it. He's up on stage, slapping and stomping the shit out of his Magic Pipe, looking like he's having the time of his life. It's no wonder the crowd sounded three times its size.
Since I can remember, I've picked up dead things, set them into 'scenes', usually a jar, or cigar box. I surrounded them with flowers, pretty little things. Not like a final 'resting place', but like a frozen moment glimpse into a magical world.
Captured By Robots' story revolves around the last man on the planet after earth, is overrun by robots. This last earthling left alive, is tortured and humiliated, and is forced to play their music. He's partially transformed into a bloody mass of man and machine, and enslaved with shackles and chains.
Daisy was intoxicating to men and women alike, each one sipping from her cup over flowing, a bit too long, and then fallen over or in love. She was an endless supply of amazement and wonder, and it spilled from her as easily as water might from a broken faucet, until it was everywhere.
I still really love the story. I love the funny bits and really enjoy watching it with an audience. It feels amazing when people laugh in all the right parts
Daisy was intoxicating to men and women alike, each one sipping from her cup over flowing, a bit too long, and then fallen over or in love. She was an endless supply of amazement and wonder, and it spilled from her as easily as water might from a broken faucet, until it was everywhere.
The "feel" of the work comes from within me, almost an emotional unconsciousness. The characters are "born" from all aspects of my life. To sum it all up, the work just happens from somewhere deep inside of me. It is a sort of "autopilot" type mental state that allows me to channel the intangible into the tangible.
If you can picture a world without technology, where all the small tasks our machines do for us are handled instead by biological Creature Comforts?, a kind of futuristic Flintstones, if you will, then you are close to visualizing EVE's general milieu.
It's like my body just stopped working right, it was a warning sign that something was wrong. So much of my art comes from places that I never knew existed and when a pieces is complete I do feel that a little part of me is put back, and I become more whole inside and out.
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