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05-06-2007, 11:46 PM
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Femme Fatale
Location: Elysium
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 how do you come up with this stuff, Clavus?!Bloody cool concept, though.
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05-07-2007, 12:31 AM
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The Reforms
Location: Rarely, if ever, here or there, but always in transition
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Reminds me of a bad dream I once had; thanks for reviving it.
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05-08-2007, 08:49 PM
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Location: NorCal
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How do I come up with these ideas? Mabe it's because I have the heart of a child. (I keep it in a jar on my desk). Not anoriginal answer. Sorry. Honestly, like most things I draw, Sushi Mech was sketched while my brain idled. There is no rhyme or reason. It's the kind of thing that stomps across my mental landscape uninvited, but not unwelcome.
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05-09-2007, 11:36 AM
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Leaning against the -Sun-
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Location: on the other side
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That is a great drawing, but oddly enough, it's a lot closer to reality than you think. I had an exhibition in the art gallery I work at with an American artist who made these fishbowl robots, where the movements of the fish in the fishbowl controlled the movement of the robot. No kidding. :hmmm:
Check this out: http://accad.osu.edu/~rinaldo/ click on it and have a look in "art works" at "Augmented fish reality". Fact is sometimes stranger than fiction!
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