Halloween leftovers because whatever, Christmas. #art #wip
Ally. Tennessee. I paint and stuff.
I'm the moon or I quit.
“Just remember what ol’ Jack Burton does when the earth quakes and the poison arrows fall from the sky and the pillars of Heaven shake. Yeah, Jack Burton just looks that big ol’ storm right square in the eye and he says, ‘Give me your best shot, pal. I can take it.’”
— (via amylomein)
Look at this stunning mural.
I’m back in my hometown for the weekend. This wasn’t here the last time I was. It’s painted on the side of an incredibly scary junk store that now has a sign advertising its goods as, “Vintage.” Anyway, I think it’s supposed to represent a temporal rift or something.
monachopsis
n. the subtle but persistent feeling of being out of place, as maladapted to your surroundings as a seal on a beach—lumbering, clumsy, easily distracted, huddled in the company of other misfits, unable to recognize the ambient roar of your intended habitat, in which you’d be fluidly, brilliantly, effortlessly at home.
Ellen Ripley, Our Lady of Survival.
When the odds aren’t in our favor and the cards are stacked against us give us the strength to fight for our lives, face our fears and survive.
So here’s this thing I made, finally. It was my first solo project for my video-film techniques class. We had to make a silent narrative short involving a balloon. Filmmaking is hard, I’m an English major, and I had no idea what I was doing. Enjoy.
