I can’t believe I finished it!
This one’s been sitting in the backburner for months; then I picked it up the other night, and now, just a couple of days later… it’s done!! =D
I won’t lie: I played around with the palette and the water effects (reflection or no reflection, light on the surface or no light on the surface, swirls and bubbles and spray and foam) so much, I probably created four or five different version.
But this one won out, because the palette is still somewhat warm, despite them being underwater. I might do a little step-by-step video, if anyone’s interested?
and of course, we cannot release this baby into the intarwebz without the usual bunch of lyrics.Looking up from underneath
Fractured moonlight on the sea
Reflections still look the same to me
As before I went under
And it’s peaceful in the deep
Cathedral where you cannot breathe
No need to pray, no need to speak
Now I am under all
Florence + The Machine - “Never Let Me Go”
A silent protest in Love Park, downtown Philadelphia orchestrated by performance artists protesting the murder of Michael Brown in Ferguson. The onslaught of passerby’s wanting to take photos with the statue exemplifies the disconnect in American society. Simply frame out the dead body, and it doesn’t exist.
Here are some observations by one of the artists involved in the event:
I don’t know who any of these folks are.
They were tourists I presume.
But I heard most of what everything they said. A few lines in particular stood out. There’s one guy not featured in the photos. His friends were trying to get him to join the picture but he couldn’t take his eyes off the body.
"Something about this doesn’t feel right. I’m going to sit this one out, guys." "Com’on man… he’s already dead."
There were a billion little quips I heard today. Some broke my heart. Some restored my faith in humanity. There was an older white couple who wanted to take a picture under the statue.
The older gentleman: “Why do they have to always have to shove their politics down our throats.” Older woman: “They’re black kids, honey. They don’t have anything better to do.”
One woman even stepped over the body to get her picture. But as luck would have it the wind blew the caution tape and it got tangle around her foot. She had to stop and take the tape off. She still took her photo.
There was a guy who yelled at us… “We need more dead like them. Yay for the white man!”
"One young guy just cried and then gave me a hug and said ‘thank you. It’s nice to know SOMEBODY sees me.’
Your character falls into the “friend zone” - Is this primarily a man’s problem, or are women put in the friend zone as well? x
DANIEL RADCLIFFE FOR ALL THE AWARDS
ALL OF THEM
"That’s a lot less pithy so people don’t ask me about that"