Category: Direction
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Dance of the Pianist
As the pianist played, the rain fell.As the rain fell, the thunder sang.As the thunder sang, the lightning danced.As the lightning danced, the pianist played. Thunder and music. Lightning and rain. Harmonious. Togetherness. Nature and sound.Dancing. And playing. Music abounds. In tune. In rhythm. Inside and out. The pianist plays as the rains come down.…
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One man’s art is another man’s garbage
I’m channelling another of my Inner Beings. A-Hmmmmm. Brrr Brrr. A-Hmmmmm. Brrr Brrr. A-Hmmmmm Brrr Brrr… Hello. Inner Being are you there? (He’s nodding in agreement. It’s going to be one of those channellings!) Could you please advise me of your name? Tomelangelo Tomelangelo? My SECOND Inner Artist? How cool! And what would you like…
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The Mansion: Morsels of Mayhem and Magic
Something to lighten the mood is in order, I feel. Well, something different anyhow. I’ve harped on about this Mansion of mine for what seems like centuries now. I’ve revealed bits and bobs about it as time’s gone by, like the fact that way beneath the Mansion flows the Lava River for starters; the different…
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The Sirens, They’re Singing Again
An enchantingly eerie sound has been with me all day long, Carried by the wind, it’s like a spooky siren song. A wail…? A shriek…? A hum…? A moan…? Yes and no in random measure… Like… feeling pangs of sudden fear mixed in… with extreme pleasure. The voice, if it is a voice, sings…
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Sploshes of Colour: Summer Heat 1
Remember that sketch I did the other day? The frazzled one? I’m embellishing it. I’m adding colour. And hopefully depth. Life. Character. Heat. Maybe a background. Maybe another character or two. I’m in a creative mood right now. But. I’m not rushing things… I’m being shown signs to SLOW DOWN; so I’m slowing. This is…