Going Digital

Here's two things from today, plus maybe a hand drawn sketch later if I get around to it. Here you go!

Updates and other amazing things.

I'm going to do my best to update daily with a new creation of some sort. I don't know how well that will turn out, but I am going to try. There will probably be exceptions, such as days where I am in a plane all day, though I may try when I land, so who knows. Wish me luck eh? So back to the point. I will hopefully be posting a drawing, painting, poem, short story, digital work of art, song, or other creative object every day. Maybe this will help my brain out some. For those who didn't know, I am currently in Connecticut living off of a MP3 Player/Flash drive. I run my browser, photo editor, audio editor, virus scanner, media player, and messenger off of the flash drive. Portableapps.com let me do this. They are portable versions of all the programs I use at home, including Firefox and the GIMP(GNU Image Manipulation Program). So yea. I will be flying back into Nevada on January 3rd. I will be back in school the 4th. And I will be rushing to finish all my work before the semester ends after that. Well that's it. Here's my post for the day.

yea, its kinda crappy, but its just tossing around Ideas for the brave brave soul who asked me to design a tattoo and I just cannot think of much. The colored background is just to help with contrast. Oh well.

Here is another thing today, since i really don't like the first one. This is watercolor. It turned out interesting. Enjoy.

Banners and logos and stuff.

So i decided to design a more proper logo/banner for this page, and the one i kinda decided on is now at the top of the page, there was one other made, so tell me if you like it better. here ya go.and then the old one, which isn't nearly as cool.

and the logo i got done ^__^ I drew the flowers for all the logos by hand then cleaned up on the computer.

well thats it for now! Maybe I'll post later if i make something new. Peace.

Phyll

Choking

Have you ever felt as if someone else's actions were choking you to death, though you had nothing to do with it?

Blossoms Dead Below

“The last pain is here,
Only to be forgotten,
Blossoms dead below.”

The car is flying off of a cliff, and I am writing damn haiku in my head. It’s all there. Seventeen syllables to express myself. A season word is there. Five dash seven dash five is the pattern. Only one hundred more feet to the water. Never been more ready.

“A bold statement now;
With nothing to lose left here,
I say I love you”

Only fifty more feet to go before impact. I miss her because I never got to say what I wanted to. I was ready to propose. This is why people don’t drive drunk. Drunk driver’s ruin futures. It used to take forever to compose haiku. Now it’s less than a second. I needed a bath anyways.

“Floating flower stalks,
A petal drowns under there,
Ice floating above.”

The cold water rushes in through the broken windshield. The drunk driver cracked it. The collision with the water finished the job. Would be my luck that the world’s hot water heater broke today. Oh well, a free bath is a free bath. See you on the other side. The damn seat belt won’t move anyways. I wouldn’t be here if I hadn’t been wearing my seatbelt. I would be dead. And now it is going to kill me. Oh sweet irony.

“As a stick drifts up,
Deep under the waterfall
A petal rises.”

The damn seat belt broke. I’m drifting to the surface. Great, no simple asphyxiation for me. I have to get pneumonia, or whatever it is you get from cold water. Medical health was never my thing anyways. Look, a remote grey sky. At least my remote is grey.

“Bobbing in water,
waiting for the gentle hand
a lonely petal.”

I float on my back curled up for warmth. I know it will be about an hour before the search helicopter comes. At least it is too cold for something to swim in these waters looking for a nice tasty me. I close my eyes. The assholes who find me deserve a scare for taking their sweet time. No better time for a nap than now. I need to blow the time anyways.



Copyright Phillip Brown 2006