Pikcha post!
Let's start it off with a few from April Fools.
Yes they are, perhaps much to the model's chagrin. Moving on!
Playing 'Pepsi Cola' on the corridor does make passing seniors and juniors alike rather confused.
(For those who can't see, the top two notices.) FAIL.
So! What have I been doing these past few days? Well, for one, I've recently been exposed to the wonders of SHRINKING PLASTIC. Its like, clay, only its plastic.
Okay, that was the most helpful statement ever. So why not let the works speak for themselves!
Basically it started out as a plastic sheet, put it in the oven for a little while and it convulses violently, but after three minutes or so it kinda flattens out, 20% its original size, thicker than before and ready to be a pretty keychain. Its rather awesome. Only constraint is that its kinda 2D, meaning you can't make mountains with the sole exception of drawing.So basically I've watched the movie Thir13en Ghosts, (its quite a nice show; terribly scary at certain moments but overall a good watch) and did some research on the Black Zodiac. If each ghosts is corresponding to one's birthmonth, that'd make me the Jackal, perhaps a description would help here:
"The Jackal is the ghost of Ryan Kuhn, who was born in 1887 to a prostitute. Ryan had an insatiable lust for women, rape, and murdering prostitutes. Wanting to be cured, he committed himself to Borehamwood Asylum, but after attacking a nurse, he was put in a straitjacket and thrown in a padded room. After years of this imprisonment he went completely insane, scratching at the walls so violently that his fingernails were torn completely off. The doctors kept him permanently bound in his straitjacket, tying it tighter when he acted out, causing his limbs to contort horribly. Still fighting to free himself, Ryan gnawed through the jacket until the doctors finally locked his head in a metal cage and sealed him away in the dark basement cell. There, he grew to hate any kind of human contact, screaming madly and cowering whenever approached. When a fire broke out in the asylum, everyone but Ryan escaped. He chose to stay behind and face the fire. As a ghost, his arms are free from his jacket, and the bars of his cage are ripped outwards, showing that he may have escaped his bindings again sometime before the fire started and that his cage may have heated up enough to where he could have ripped it open before the fire consumed him."
I'm quite far from crazy, but the most defined trait of a person isn't necessarily the most obvious. 'Sides, my brother's correspondence to the Great Child would explain his over-reliance on family.
And so, following the flow of thought and research, I landed upon the Necronomicon (the Book of the Dead, mind you) and the real Black Zodiac, which can be found here:
http://www.horoscopezodiacsigns.org/black-zodiac-signs.html
Apparently I'm supposed to hate 'The Slain Demon', aka Taurus. Hmm.
Either way, I'm trying to make a book cover resembling the Necronomicon and no one can stop me. No, not even you Bryan Cheong. In fact, here's a picture to spite you.
Made out of shrinking plastic, colored by pencil. Yes, the color condenses too, to give a jet black background. But because the lines are so thin, they aren't visible when you put them on the table. But if you hold it up to the sunlight, you get a magnificent effect, seen but not captured by the picture above. It GLOWS.So when I go to school on Monday I'm going to purchase a notebook to perform a makeover on.
Hmm.
here goes.