Artsy-Kitty

When does telling the truth become an act of terrorism?
At what point does a lie become an act of mercy? Is it cruel to tell a parent their child will die, even if it's true? Is it kind to tell an accident victim they're going to
recover, even though all evidence says they won't? Where's the line dividing honesty from harm, deceit from decency, and misinformation from malice? I don't know. All the clever wordplay in the world won't somehow grant me that knowledge. I'm sorry. I wish it would.
       This is what I do know; A lie, however well-intended, can't prepare you for reality or change the world. The accident victim will die whether they're promised recovery or not, but the parent told that their child is dying may have time to prepare, and may be able to treasure those final days together even more. To tell the truth is to be defeated with simple falsehoods. If these truths mean the world is less comforting than it might have been, it seems like a pretty small price to pay.
       It seems to me we owe the world-more, we owe ourselves-the exchange of comfort for the chance that maybe the truth can do what people always say it can. The truth may, given the opportunity, set us free.

~Al. From Deadline

So at the moment I am in the process of drawing I Alice In Wonderland inspired picture for my friend Eli. SO far it has taken a week just to do the outline of the picture xD
Reason the title is "Alice in Willy Wonka Land" is cause apparently, by my friend arlan's opinion, the Mad hatter looks like Willy Wonka. And yes infact, now that I look at it, it definitely does xP ugh.
Once I'm finished I shall scan it to the computer and finish the colouring on here if I'm not feeling lazy lulz.

Well, about 5 years ago I had a dream.
It's the only dream I remember so vividly, so Im going to tell you abit about it.
Read if you darrrrrreeee!!! MUAHAHHAHAHAAAAAA!!!!


I'm walking down tranquille rd and everywhere I look, there are these slimy pink worms with huge teeth. In average, they were probably 3 inches long and there were millions of them.
I turn the corner and enter my friend courtney's house (where I am living now) and the worms are everywhere, in the cracks of the walls, sticking to the roof, just EVERWHERE.
I feel panicked so i try finding courtney and go into the bathroom and there she is, sitting on the toilet drooped over, pretty well dead, and she is missing an eyeball. The worms had eaten her alive. I scream in terror and grab her hand and run outisde.
outside there is a washer and dryer machine. Apparently, these worms hate washers and dryers. so We hop on-top of them and *poof*, courtney is back to normal and not freek-ishly creepy looking.
I told her everthing and to keep on the washer.
About 5 meters away their is a merry-go-round. My friend's esha and Richard(sis and bro to courney) are on the merry-go-round, but it's not even moving.
Beside the merry-g-round their are huge filing cabinets as high as the eye can see. Papers are sticking out of them and just lying there.
All of a sudden the cabinets fly open and all the papers and files fly out. Once the papers have touched something they turn into the weird looking pink wormy things.
Esha and Richard run in terror and esha comes to courtney and I on the washer and dryer asking if she can go on. We let her on and then we see a bike for 2.
Courtney and I then jump on that and we ride to the highest building.
We then run up all 800 stairs or so and finally get on the roof of the building many stories high.
The worms then saw and joined into one gigantor Worm with fricken huge a** teeth. It's about the same hieght as this building we're on. It starts destroying buildings and eating things and people.
Then out of no-where I mail man on a vacuum cleaner comes wooshing by, flying in the air and smiles at us. I think 'WTF!!!!!'
The mail man goes over top of the giant worm and sprinkles what looks like pixie dust, all over the city.
Right then and there, everything dissapears and everything is fixed, no one is dead, and there are NO WORMS ANYWHERE to be seen.
The mail man looks at us and winks that cheesy cartoonish wink and *ZOOMS* off into nothing.


And that's all I remember!
Pretty F***ed up dream huh?
And I remember this all from 5 years ago xD

I think from now on I will be colouring my pics on photoshop. So far my first pic I actually finished was a success and plan on making more.
Hoooray. lol

Please also visit my gallery and take a peak at my other pictures.

~thanks ^_^

Well, I've seemed to noticed that people have been liking the photos I've been putting on here. So I think I'm going to continue with that.

Since I haven't been really inspired to draw anything lately I'll be putting more photos on here and see what people think.
I'm trying to work on my photography skills a bit more.

Thanks everyone for the wonderful comments!