View from lunch…
Yes, I’m bored.
I’m getting ready to move my regular blog and reworked my logo. Once I get it finalized it will be on all my images posted there.
I took and older image from a photo shoot this past summer and tried it out, I think it works rather well.
Image is of the abandoned town of Vaughan, Mississippi. Will be revisting there for another shoot soon…
Slow day at the real world job = create art
Sketch, white charcoal on pastel paper. Based somewhat off a Vampira reference,
I’ve yet to get my muscle memory back, but at least I am trying….
Still did have not gotten to review the images from yesterday, so just posting a quick snap I did during my 11/17/13 walk around…
“Commander Brightstar, we have a transmission coming in over intra-stellar communications.”
Commander Charles “Chuck” Brightstar turned his command chair to face the Ordanian communications officer whom had recently been assigned to his flight crew. He knew that the message was trouble as soon as he saw the green tint blossom around the female’s neck gills.
“Put it on screen, Officer Merandia.”
“Yes, sir.”Her webbed fingers slid gracefully over the communications deck as a video screen lowered over the main view port. A spiral pattern moved across its surface, signifying a signal was being buffered. Moment later, a small being with an elongated, square head and rounded cranium appeared. His grey-blue flesh darkened as he spoke.
“I am Grand Captain Borvish, of the Stygian Empire. You are in direct violation of the Aeres Agreement. You are ordered to power down your ship and prepare to be boarded. Any resistance will be met with deadly force.” His marble sized eyes squinted even narrower as he awaited the reply of the Earth Home Command starship.
Commander Brightstar expected this, but had hoped to make it further behind their lines before being discovered. “Greetings, Captain Brovish. I’m Commander Charles Brighstar of Earth Home Command.” He sat in his command chair with an air of confidence that had been responsible for ending two different wars in the Outer Reaches. He waited a moment then, absent mindedly, he leaned over slightly while putting his weight on one arm of his chair. His casual pose bellied the gravity of the situation.
“I first would like to offer our sincerest apologies. Our Navigation Officer is fresh out of flight school and the workings of a Nebula Class cruiser have him a little buffaloed. He’s a good lad, but you know how these young people can be. Our intended course was for Space Station Epsilon 12, for some much needed shore leave. We are just coming for a visit to the Strandar Corridor.” He emphasized the last statement, wanting the unspoken warning to come across loud and clear.
The rest of this little exercise, under 1,000 words, is up at my blog and can be read here - http://goo.gl/KMvELI