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Published: 2016-08-10 23:02:44 +0000 UTC; Views: 6266; Favourites: 221; Downloads: 68
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Evocative work.Related content
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In love with the eyes, it's almost as if the silo is ageing, and has seen many other climbers before him. I also get the impression that it is crying.
Pretty eerie, well done!
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perfect!
i like how the water silo is having an eerie appearance, and even though it looks like a simple water silo, i like that the water marks on its surface make it look like it has eyes...
eyes that are watching the climber.
also, the climber's drawing is detailed, nicely drawn, and shown with good equipment.
a perfect drawing, seemingly ''simple'', but really complicated & unique after we look carefully into it.
sometimes, simple things can hide intricate meanings.
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Thanks again! I've drawn a lot more pictures like this and plan to finish them in photoshop over the next few months. I was aiming for a mood of alienation using simple elements and going on your description it's worked.
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From the top of an old tower, he could see everything. Hed spent barely a few moments up there, simply looking around him to find a new direction to go. Fog and shroud from the cold morning air mixed with the toxic essence of nuclear winter gave the place around him an eerie sense. He did not want to be there for longer than he needed to. He knew not why, it was just so. Halfway down the tower he felt something strange... as if a pair of eyes were looking on him. He looked up, and there it was, as if a giant beast were gazing down, eyes blank of expression and empty of remorse, tears of black tar and oil. He screamed a shout that could be heard for miles in the dark wastes, and drew his pistol.
He focused, hesitant. Several seconds passed, and he didnt fire, though the beast stay there staring at him through the cold ash. The mist cleared to reveal a tower similar to the one hed been standing on moments ago. He chuckled to himself, pt his weapon away and resumed his descent. He finally got to the floor, he blessed it and thanked it for a safe haven from the dizzy heights. First a pound on his chest for his own bravery, then a soft pat on the floor to thank the earth at his feet for not failing him. As was custom. He moved on his way and looked back at the towers he left behind as the fog cleared.
He stood horrified. There was only one tower. The one hed been climbing. The other was gone. A moment of panic gripped him in fear and dread and he let out a shrill cry, bolting in whatever direction his feet took him, ignoring the promising view the tower had offered him before.
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nice story. i like your descriptions, mr stalingrad.
they are nice, well-thought and interesting.
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I really liked this story too!
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You draw whats on my dreams. Really!
I'm always dreaming with buildings/houses, lots of concrete and non-senseness...
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It's interesting to hear this as I'd been offline for a while, and in that time I've drawn a lot of pictures like this. They're not directly based on dreams, but they're meant to convey the sense of isolation, loneliness, and estrangement from the natural world I've often felt in dreams before.
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Youre right. Dreams are the craziest experiences I have. Mines are always more or less morbid
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Very evocative indeed! Your works are truly awe-inspiring to behold!
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