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The street was blocked by a large brocade. The fabric was tall as a building and reached all the way over the street. It was white, stron...

The satin dress was like a mild breeze on her skin. The music, played by suave locals with a bluish white complexion, flowed like water. ...

The garden was small, but he loved it. On a spring morning he would go into it and look down at the ocean below, visible through the fogg...

A brown-black puddle had formed beneath the large stone. The stone watcher looked on in terrified awe. It was the souls of people long de...

It was all in order. Now she could get on with it. She had been putting her memories into little, green cardboard boxes and now they stoo...

Sorrow was her middle name. When she entered the old, stinky place where she worked, through the old granite shaft with its worn stair st...

This motive is taken from the small text I wrote yesterday. @ervin-lemark wanted to see the strange figurine drawn -- so here it is. Took...

It was one of those very common objects. One of those things everybody knows, but almost doesn’t see. More symbol of naive and banal tast...

I always loved the splendid and sleazy art of Frank Franzetta - and yesterday evening I made this piece inspired by Franzettas gouache ca...

Bad trippin, in a bad trippin world Link to the high resolution file