Freitag, 5. November 2010

Another chain

Hello Isla bonita!

halli hallo meine Leute bin wieder hier :)

Diese Woche gabs höhen und sehr tiefe Tiefe.

Aber nun zum versprochen Teil üner Chained.

Story:
Das Sein besteht aus einer Kette,Die um Mutter-Vater-Kind sich windet. Eingeengt in denn Wirren der Kette sich frangend "wer ich bin" ?
Diese Kette erschuf die Welt und Wesen, um Mutter-Vater-Kind der einsamkeit zu entziehen. Doch es wurde noch einsamer durch die Wesen die nicht wie es waren. Und aus Liebe zu Mutter-Vater-Kind, gebar es denn Menschen.
Jedoch ohne zuwissen, dass sich am anderen Ende der Kette (denn sie unbeobachtet liess) sich Gegenteile erbauten.


So soweit zum anfang, natürlich wird es wieter geführt ;)
sorry diese Woche war nicht das zuckerschlecken für mich.

So hier sind einige Konzept Bilder zur Tür zur Kette der Kinder.
es ist eine Tür mit Flügel dran.




Donnerstag, 28. Oktober 2010

Chained!

Hi there :)

Hallo ich weiss, es ist eine Weile her, aber ich bin wieder hier und voller Tatendrang.
Und diesen Drang will ich hier "ausleben".
Dieser Blog wird die Station sein wo ich alle Artikel zu meinem kleinen Projekt veröffentliche.

Schon gespannt?

Dieses Projekt trägt den Namen

"CHAINED"

Es wird ein "Game"-Projekt
Die Nächste Paar Tage werde Updates folgen.
Wie Geschichte
Art, Setting

Also seit auf der lauer :P

Montag, 29. März 2010

Forced by Trashbunny

This are my lazy speaking -skills.

Montag, 22. März 2010

22 oh 22

So finally some new post.
First at all HAPPY BIRTHDAY SIS. WISH YOU THE BEST LUCK YOU DESERVE AND I KNOW YOU DESERVE MUCH more.
The Band was not to bad on friday but i couldnt listen to them any more. The supportband was not that good as i thought there gonna be, well there was on the bass Gabriel a shy guy who thinks he is cool only because, he is in Band and has a tattoo ( An star tatto0 I mean can think of something more Masculine?). Jean-pierre the drummer who kept during the performeces his lips press together like mandarine. And they never stopped. just thinking finished after the endless solo but no they starting all over again.
The people were’nt that bad but i dont know i had a strange feeling. You know the only people I knew were Puhh and Anna. The other people seems to be nice but you know ..... maybe its my fault i dont know.
Well the weekend was a hell ( just a little bit cooler).
My Mom is moving out to U.S.A and leaves me and my sister here in Switzerland. So we had to move everything from my room in to the other room of my Mom ( the bigger room is gonna be my workspace and the smaller my sleep/ watch Dvd/ Surfing room).

Now in school we must creat our own "corpse bride" placard. Oh if you dont know I’m in a artschool.
now i must go back to work .

peacetazienut
write ya

Freitag, 19. März 2010

Weekend start 1. 2. .....3


So my weekends starts right now, I’m in a hurry i have to take a shower, wash some dishes, stopping my cat ruining my furnitures ohyeahhh....... not so bad. So this evening I’m going with a friend of mine to concert ( I dont know if you can call it so) by The Vibes .
Honestly I’m not such Rock’n Roll Shaker but HEY .... I am willing to try some new stuff you, never know what you overpass.
Nobody can not like this OMG they have a dead Skulll A DEAD SKullll (By the way is not every skull dead ).
Maybe they’re awesome like my cat who ruined my furniture. ( stupid Little Satan cow)

Peacetazienut to all.....

Welcome to my island

Hi to you that is reading this blog.

Hello and welcome to my blog so uninspired and boring this might seems, I’m very nervous about this ( by "this" I mean the blog ). Going to an Artschool is that cool like it sounds ( surprise), as far you’ve got good classmates ( by far the best). We have So different kind of characters and types so it never gets boring.
The "gothic"/metal / wow-effect red haired girl with the strong appearence.
Italian Bella thats always speaks her mind out.
Black girl ( by black I mean always wearing black clothes ) and her propensity to exaggerate.
Lively crazy, mad this words are the discription for our class bunny.
A quite male sits there and focusing on his task.
Open minded Greece.
With a lovely dialect tall girl.
and me .
Yes such a little class. And only to male the rest are girl ( Wow haha).

So this is the start of a wonderfull reader writer friendship. Hopefully....NO it is gonna be!!

Go go go to the island.
Write ya

Peacetazienut to all