Your creative work, second edition

[Jelleb]

moldyb is my new hero.

 

[moldyb]

^ haha, thanks man, . . . here's another building/church/structure thing.

 

[tryptonaut]

My first HDR/Tone Mapping Experiment.
The motif is somewhat unoriginal (one of the most photographed spots in Germany) but it's nice anyways - and it is just around the corner.

 

[????????]

who lives in the castle???

 

[tryptonaut]

Nowadays it's just a museum, nobody lives there anymore :)

 

[IJesusChrist]

Moly how do you get such good pictures of your work?! Or are they scanned?? I need to learn how to do that - I will share some of mine too.

Btw, I love it moly! Very powerful, mysterious, and unknown.

 

[moldyb]

^ Thanks a lot. I just use a basic digital camera and tripod, and take the pics with the painting hanging on a fence outside, . . during the day, and when there's a light shadow over the piece seems to work best for me.

Here's a much bigger version of something similar to one I posted a week or two ago. This one's 2x3 feet.

 

[yourownworld]

The other story of Buffalo Bill

Hey Buffalo Bill
why did you kill
Buffalo bill?

He listened to the white album and remembered helter skelter
Picturing four knights in the revolution year
He's the american bad side of jesus
All the children ask

Hey Buffalo Bill
why did you kill
buffalo bill ?

He was getting mad, the neon flashed his strange eye
Deep in the desert screamed a west victim
Bill hunted a butterfly and received its shining blood that rising sun reflects on his face
So the noisy man haunted his dreams

Hey Buffalo Bill
why did you kill
buffalo bill ?

Children, I think he just heard the sad guy tell him
Because mother never looked his drawings, she drunk and sold his body
And the light in the eye while the water, flowing drop by drop, made too much noise
The water speaks, the white light tears his left eye, children still can't understand

Hey Buffalo Bill
why did you kill
buffalo bill ?

The children asked him if to kill wasn't bad
Not if he don't do it himself, his father Colonel Scott never considered him
Children, I just don't know the path he followed, he was thirteen
and I join the children to ask

Hey Buffalo Bill
why did you kill
buffalo bill ?

He said that feeling fear was a good thing and his friends agreed
They were just like merry pranksters driving a blue bus
And his friends jumped all arround with a knife in the hand
one of hem lost a blow in the end, sunny blood splashed the street

Hey, who pays the bill ?
the fool on the hill !
Bungalow thrills
him !

Blood in the sreets comes back to his sight
Prison, prison again, bad boy likes to be here without the poor friends
I think he was like an actor playing the divine tragedy
Killers on the road, the golden hair in the wind

Hey, the children trill
I gave you skill
the halo chill
the air !

Clouds over the sheets go black in the night
the devil drove his hand, what did he write ?
So Buffalo kills, with a little help from his friends
Isn't that a nice family , children ?

Hey who did you kill ?
White hatters and the american actress
all on the sill !

He was an Hitler cousin, He now mix his name with Monroe's first name
children, be warn of the lunch box, and the television sucks your brain
Don't loose yourself. Blood on my feets , dirt gnawed teeth. Run on the rain
Brand new friends came
Quick as a train, the water still sings, pains & chains still murder him

Hey Buffalo Bill
why did you kill ?
Buffalo bill

The children don't understand, they might be as much insane as Buffalo is
But I know children won't crush a butterfly. You should put an eye on the right wing
I am a flower queen, you are a lover king
Children, he's sorry, consider this

I've just wrote that. and here are some older one

Well, we'll walk
Tell wheel to run
across the chewing-gum fields
Bells bless hawks
Call balls for my bubblegun
can you see your hot-cheese feet ?
Shell she's shocked
Call sun cool he burns
slow march of the black queen
Hell he'll talk
he hissed his word
about the waves of bubbleguns that danse in sea
about the girl in floating bottle
and the salvation in flowering blotters

Well, we'll sell a sail
Till hills trees try
to capture the mad riding fool
Choosed shoes shook my book
Cold soul sold his snow
snorted by the dandy junk
and his gentle monkey who eats his knees
and his punk mates who sit at the feast
she's a skunk taste weed softly drying on the east

Well we flowed her
tears out of her eyes
Shall we fall under her
strong years of her long hair
Cream-rain train blows your brain
Blueberry-fish, blues burried a wish
Tripping down the dawn's highway
Well I'll smile, will I
ride a mile on the reptile drive
plastisine axes, dressed knives, and bubblegun
will hit this hat , what ?
those wall hosts swallow lost towns
and I saw so lone laws in a loan

I know we'll see slow songs
filling son's sweet-gin
setting gigs on sun wet lips
it's the marshmallow sounds like a soft eyes parade
it's the march's low march to the trempoline

The cake is a lie

I can sell self-serving teapots
He can send flowers by phone
I say buy the power ,cause there'se a free cake include
I can sell you a new hat, ten shillings and six pence
the pie talks in lies

I say buy the paper-money
I gift a free neard-death-experience
pay for a chemical brother
I want to get paid in sweat, tears, screams, smiles and sights

I can sell you a ticket to the gadda-da-vida
with a free strange fruit
He was building a crystal ship, as the god would tear the earth
I can send you to a sea of green

I can sell you clocks & numbers
with a free time, madly uncaged as wind
and if you call now, get a free mathematic manuel

I can serve you a wine made of strawberries
If you pay the bill with cords, laments and odes

I say buy your dreams and your aims
they've been built for you
He can call himself the human race


I walked on the hill, and he's still living here
he took a bath of sun, and he decided to come down the village

Damn I want to buy a bycicle ride
he watch my wheels, he fix the one that's hold by the queen

I can sell you a four-wheeled friend, my friend saw it hissed by his window, and I decided to sell it
I say vote for me and I'll give you a free cake
Did she listen to the taxes radio on her teenage starless nights?
Someone still pay you
they give you numbers, and you need food, there's a problem
they invent markets, to convert numbers into goods
numbers pay sweat, numbers travel and are trade for goods or new sweats
the cake was a lie, where was the biggest cake you've ever seen ?


I can sell you a prescription of love
I want to be paid with climax cheers, dances and happiness
I can sell you a brand new face, but it will twirl your soul like a rain's drop falling on a ancient lake
I can sell you parts of the moon, and the rabbit who hides inside
He can sell you a job, a wife, a bank account and a great house, happiness not include, sorry
But I offer the cake, who can resist a cake?

I can serve you tea in your headpot
He sang "Take a drink, go to shrinks"
We'll sail the frozen sea of faces, we'll rarely sleep

You can sell me your pains
I can drive in your vains
You can tell me there's a free cake
You can sell your leaves of joy
and the wind that make them move
in the garden, rakes leaves a man
alone with his immoral roots

You can hold a pen a make it rocks and rolls
You can sweat ink and undress poetry with blood
You can sell your reputation and promise a free cake
You can sell your limits and go deep in madness
You can come back from a black K-hole and relate amazing stories
You say something I like to hear
You can wear the new hat and the green willow
remember the oldest forty-second article, man, you're too much
thirty seconds beside the flying toasters
It's all for my true love, if I wear my hat

I ate the cake before you buy the stuff
I swear you there was a cake, you should have come a little bit earlier, it was smelling so fine
I lie on a new cake, I can sell you the cakes' tastes or memories, shapes and colors not inclused
I was hurt, when I read that the cake was a lie

the breakfast in Los Angeles
oh nicely-dressed dogs ! In de city of nights
the spleen in Paris
oh rising poets' delights ! in the city of lights

The cake was made of dawamesk
I can sell emotions in powder
I can lie on you with my eyes

We've got nothing to lose
and in reality nothing to sell
He wrote you're better free your mind instead
I don't wanna live for institutions
I just wanna leave my contribution
And I'd like to take you down, to take you high in the west
I can't sell you freedom
I can't promise everlasting-joy
I can tell you there are pains and out of sight issues

You can't sell no loneliness without a cake
You can't give no truth without silence
And you'd like to see love everywhere
Do you wanna be the unknown soldier ?

There's no cake in my schoolbook
no prices, no numbers, no ponctuation and no beginings
no gods, no wolfs, no names and no heroes

You bought liquor and clothes
and you don't care about the cake-stories
cause you're high in the rests
I can't sell dead cats, I can't hand you dead rats
I can't show you a nude night, I can show you a lover die

The cake was a lie
so why did I bought the stuff ?
I should fight for my free cake !

Back on the hill in the flying horse wings
Now there are sellers of magic beans, sellers of postcards and sellers of mind-washing
peking sun is angry and plans to go away
new-york moon don't wan't a man to walk on her

I can serve you laughs
if you pay with prose, mind games and talentedly-arranged letters
I can serve you another ya-ya cake
I can observe you well with Judy's glasses
I'd like to take you up in the tree, and wake you up deep in the island in your arm

You can sell me the last words
You can serve me my warm chocolate
You can serve my orange sun
You can come in the calm morning

tss, writing in english is far from writing in french, it's two kind of soul, and I feel strange when I wanna translate a text I wrote ^^

 

[yourownworld]

I would love if someone can tell me what he thinks about it
that's all I was able to write this night

 

[yourownworld]

I've just made this, 0.3mm on a4 bristol (~5 litte hours)

and I put it colored with photoshop (~2h30 spent to this)

 

[Carebear]

Yourownworld looks pretty sweet man :thumbsup: :)

 

[yourownworld]

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[moldyb]

What's up fellas, . . . here's a few paintings I finished last week:

 

[yourownworld]

wow I really really enjoy what you're doin'
what kind of price would you ask for the second one ? If only you do sell them ^^

best regards ;)

 

[moldyb]

^ hey thanks man. That one's $200 and it's 9x12 inches. I just dropped it off at a gallery on sunday though for a show that's next week.

 

[yourownworld]

that seem not expensive at all, keep it please I'll try to get 200$ from my parents

peace


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I've spent a few hours this night, Well I started a quick sketch, and my goal was to surimpose new lines to finally make them dissapear.

here's the original sheet :

then the first filtred version :

and my pre-final mix with photoshop :

alternate version :

 

[moldyb]

Aw man, . . the show runs through January and I can't take it until it's over. If it doesn't sell I'll let you know.

And dude, . . those final pieces look great!! That complex symmetry is just subtle enough to make you hafta seek it out, but it's definitely THERE and it's amazing! Very nice work, . . . keep it up man, . . I look forward to seeing more.

 

[yourownworld]

thanks , I'd say these days I'm not really satisfied of what I do
here is a quickly colored version and mixed with an old picture of myself ^^

friendly,
Oliver.

 

[restin]

This one's hot!!!!

 

[random]

great works here.. congrats for the creators.

some works I made the last year: