Genome Circuitry
Genome Circuitry
So, I have quite an otherworldly wound on my arm. Not only did it leave a large patch of my skin strangely hairless, it cut out a pattern that seems to belong in some science fiction representation of human DNA. But not entirely. It also resembles an abstract understanding of a circuit board. Probably the strangest part of it all, however, is that what little it bled was not blood...
It bled ink.
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Golden Kill
Visual artists do sketches... I'll sometimes sketch scenes. This is just a rough something I came up with today...
A pair of cool blue dots lit up on the bracelet about her wrist, mirroring the pair of lights just above the trigger on the gun. Just as she’d ordered it… the weapon recognized her touch. Only her touch, as it were. She could almost feel the life beneath her finger, coursing through the palm of her hand, urging her to squeeze the trigger. If anyone else tried to wield the heavy-automatic rifle, the chamber feed would seize, effectively locking all function of the gun until an authorized user attempted to use it. But for her…
Carefully, she set it back on the table, and both pairs of lights were extinguished. The bracelet was just a bracelet again, and the gun was now little better than a heavy club. For a moment, she considered how effective the vastly expensive hunk of metal would be as a simple blunt force weapon.
She looked up and across the table. “You do impressive work… for a doctor, that is.”
“You are pleased, then?”
Her silence was as much confirmation as if she’d actually spoken. If she’d been displeased, she would have been sure to let him know, and in none-too-eloquent of language.
Yes, silence was good.
“About payment, then…” he began.
She held up a bullet, one that glimmered in the dim light like gold. In fact, it was gold, solid all the way through. “Do you know how much this is worth?” she asked. She tossed it to him, allowing him to weigh it speculatively in his hands.
“Maybe ten-thousand? At the shiest mark, at least… it could be even more.”
“Exactly,” she said. “That’s more than half your fare.”
“What about the…?”
Before he had even able to finish, she had whipped a small, silenced pistol from the small of her back, and fired a second bullet straight through the man’s forehead. “There’s the other half,” she growled. “Plus a little extra.” As he slumped forward over the table, blood leaking down between his eyes, she stood to leave. “Keep the change,” she tossed over her shoulder.
The lights on her personalized rifle were already lit as she exited the back room of the bar, the live weapon nestled in the crook of her arm.
Maybe silence wasn't so good after all.
Crumbled Courtyard.
(A bit different… Trying to apply a minimalist style to an isometric environment drawing.)
This was a fun little experiment... I was trying to get better at sketching, so I told myself I was going to sketch something everyday, no matter what, no matter how I felt. It's always good to just make yourself do something, even when you don't have the motivation.
What ended up happening, however, was I started drawing silly little robots. I have a few of these guys that, collectively, I've taken to calling "The Robots of Whimsy."
This happy little fellow, I like to call Hippo_bot_amus.
Escape Real Life
It’s that feeling you get far past the noon of night, when, as your day comes to a close, things begin, at last, to make sense.
It’s that urging that, if you could just grasp that feeling and hold its heart close in your hands, staying up through the dark and into the second day, you could achieve everything.
It’s that hastening of sleep which fights that urging, telling you that everything can be left for the morning.
It’s that pleading in the back of your mind; it begs you to push past the hastening, for in the morning, nothing will be as clear as it was in this moment.
And yet, every night, you always give in, knowing that real life will not forgive your whims.
And every morning you await the end of the day; you await that clarity and the chance to try again, assuring yourself it will be different this time.
Define insanity.
Then… turn the music a little louder and put on a fresh pot of coffee.
Can’t think of a much better way to celebrate one year of this project, than by getting to see a review for COLOR OF A MIRROR in print for the first time! And in the indie section of Publishers Weekly no less!
Written, designed, published, and sold by me.
Thanks to BookLife for the review, and thank you always to the Kickstarter backers who helped make this possible (and to everyone who’s picked up the book since then).
colorofamirror.net
Back with another look at the soundtrack! This time featuring “Closer to the Dead” (as always, by ultra-talented Josh McCausland)!
The video on this one is a little different than those that have come before… still abstract, but really hinting at certain elements of the book as well. Secrets abound…
There’s still time to back the Kickstarter for the exclusive vinyl release of the soundtrack, and the deluxe-hardcover novel, all with designs by me. There are other rewards (including digital copies and softcover) as well, so hopefully a little something for everyone!
It’s gonna take a big push this final week to get it over the line, but I’m holding out hope it can happen. Every little bit helps, so if you’re interested, I’d be thrilled for you to check out the link below:
Through the Veil.
