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05 the TERMINAL โ€“ Script and Artwork

Hello

Here’s the Scripting and Artwork for Hemisphere chapter 05 the Terminal ๐Ÿ™‚ I watched this chapter recently (when i posted it) and there were a few pleasant reminders with what I put together. Anyway comments are always welcome, good and bad haha and thanks for visiting come back soon. the next Dark tower poster will be up soon aswell ๐Ÿ™‚

Ben

chapter 05 -the TERMINAL

Two worlds, and we are just hosts to a conciousness that travels between them when we sleep? My questions were experiencing mitosis and the answers had flat lined and checked out of mother natureโ€™s balance. The nightmares were getting worse. Yesterday I’d been stood up by the man, but in my dream I felt like I was just back at the warehouse taking to him. Now I clearly remember my nightmares, and have a box from it, I must remember everything more clearly because of this box. My life had all the pieces to the puzzle but no picture as a reference. When I studied it closer, I saw it had letters and numbers written on it. I’d seen this before, back at the heart, on a terminal. The box was a corrupt General, ordering his dark army of dead men to die over and over. Everything was leading me back, back to square one. What plagued my mind was the fact that time diluted the truth to the point where only shadows remain. Sayings where no-one knows where they came from. Chinese whispers through the ages, half truths and bent lies, natures politics. All the cliques were running, spawning and laughing in my mind. Like a crazy man that has guessed right and getting off on the fact that he could say ‘I told you so’, And I was just another pawn in this cold, sadistic, logical game of life. It took a while to get back to the warehouse, I was relying on a figment of a past memory. I stepped into the light, back into the pain. Mother nature said a shivery whisper pleading me to stay in the dark, giving me a cold sweat, she knew I understood its reality. It was my second home. I was seeing double from the drive and I was running on fumes. I hoped the terminal still worked, this place had seen better days. As the lights decayed the warehouse watched me draw closer. I’d found its epicentre, its moment of truth. The terminal looked straight back at me, worried it would offend me. Worried what I would do with the answers being the bearer of bad news, worried that I had the power to switch it off and kill its exsistance, taking everything else with it. The fear harvested responsibility, it was responsible. I was here to shoot the messenger.

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HEMISPHERE โ€“ chapter 05 โ€“ the TERMINAL

Hello :)

While I’m busy drawing up the next poster Eddie from The Dark Tower series thought ill post up the next chapter/episode in the Hemisphere series, chapter 05 โ€“ the Terminal :) Story’s really getting going now, He starts pulling at a thread that starts untangling a situation, but how intrinsically involved is he? Is he an outside looking in or is this about him?

Artwork and scripting to follow soon. Comments welcome, let me know what you think.

Thanks for visiting, come back soon and enjoy :)

Ben

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04 the BOX โ€“ Script and Artwork

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Here is the next full script and Artwork for the series hemisphere, 04 โ€“ the BOX. This is where it really gets going now, i think, I love the intro narration with the surreal water droplet playing a larger part as the abstract sub themes really start to play a role as tangible characters and intertwine within the main storyline.

The artwork really moved onto a new level as well, Very proud of this, as it’s all drawn with brushes in photoshop. One of my favorite artworks and scripting. Also I produced some narration ๐Ÿ™‚

Any feedback please feel free to contact me, comments are always welcome like usual, Enjoy and thanks for visiting :)

Ben

 

Chapter 04 โ€“ the BOX

where are you? poor little ghost boy. Are you used to looking for things that no one else can see? Are you in some place that we cannot reach? Are you bathing in moonlight, or drowning on the beach? Are you surrounded by things we cannot penetrate? Is the cage you love, the home you also hate?

He walked in, over my grave, allied with the darkness as it ate him up. He asked for my help, but not yet, all in good time. Suddenly it snapped into my education, the lessons I wish I learnt, but now I wish I never did, like a kid trying to grow up too fast. There are two worlds, both harbour an equal number of lifeless shells, these are perceived as people. To become alive they need a consciousness, but there’s only a limited number of these to form a symbiotic relationship. These consciousnessโ€™ jumps between shells across the two different worlds, they never stop. This is existence, the workings behind the scene of reality. I was living a life of lies, the truth was too hard to comprehend. I tried blinding myself to it, but it made too much sense to close my eyes anymore, it all added up. When one person sleeps on one world, one wakes up on the other, with their conciousness. When one shell dies on one world, one dies on the other, evening up the numbers, maintaining mother natureโ€™s balance. The conciousness is generic, as in age, gender and sex do not matter, they go from man to woman, young to old. Life’s genetic mystery’s were unraviling, but none to my questions. People in comas are shells missing a conciousness, removed from the loop. The transparent noose was tightening around my life, a slow death. When you fall asleep the conciousness stores your memories in the large chunk of the brain previously thought unused, like a backup. Then exits your body and enters someone’s on the other world, recalls their memories, and continues their exsistance. Dreams, deja-vu and mild dispositing are all results from the conciousness leaking what it was previously doing. Centuries ago this was common knowledge, and accepted, but in time it had been distorted, diluted and disregarded. The small print that no-one reads was shaping itself into the blueprint of life. He then handed me a box, what was this? Pandora’s box?. Never accept gifts from strangers because you always get fucked, and they get away with it using the small print. He said it would explain everything. My mental state was back at square one, but this time it looked more like a cube, a box. Trying to fathom the true fabric of life, I passed out

And woke up. Now I had a box, the one from my nightmare. If that was a dream how did I have a box from it? And what did he say about two worlds? He was my worst nightmare. The last thing I remember him saying before I woke up, “Sleep on it, it’ll be better tomorrow”

 

 

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HEMISPHERE โ€“ chapter 04 โ€“ the BOX

Hello ๐Ÿ™‚

While im busy drawing up the next poster here’s the next chapter in the Hemisphere series, chapter 04 – the Box ๐Ÿ™‚ Artwork and scripting to follow soon. Comments welcome, let me know what you think, enjoy ๐Ÿ™‚

Ben

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03 the MEETING โ€“ Script and Artwork

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Here is the next full script and Artwork for the series hemisphere, 03 – the meeting. Any feedback please feel free to contact me, comments are always welcome like usual, Enjoy and thanks for visiting ๐Ÿ™‚

Ben

Chapter 03 – the MEETING

Everything once so foggy, a mystery, suddenly became transparent, so clear. Leading up to my current demise. I need to finish, I need to try and change things. My time to explain, to justify myself is running out. I need more sand for my hourglass, but no one is selling any. So,

Where was I? I vaguely remembered going to a warehouse, It was my only clue to my disposition. I had to go back. The night was as sinister as an old Mozart song, fuel for one crazy voice in my head that had stopped talking, just for another to start. The vividness of another reality was pushing me further over the edge, living in a moment, suspended in a droplet of cold sweat. Getting images and feelings like I was someone’s dream and they were my nightmare, we took it in turns to witness each otherโ€™s lives only having a small part of the puzzle each. Freezing winds like sandpaper and razors, created an invisible wall of an intense smell that made me gag. I’ve thought that before, everything was far too familiar. It was colder than a hit and run, Hell had frozen over. But what is worse, the flames of hell or knowing there’s a larger evil to freeze it over. My cells were trapped behind the bars that had a code, sealing their fate to my pre-written destiny. Why am I here? I had liked that question before, when it was innocent. Ignorance was bliss. Suddenly this place kicked into high gear, someone walked over my grave and I was about to meet the maker that walked on it. What occurred before will come to pass again, the water will fall as the world cries, but Iโ€™ll still be here, looking for answers. I was sure I was at the place, out on a limb, out in the middle of nowhere, out of my mind. He was here to fill his hourglass with spent time from my lifeโ€™s design. I was ready for the diabolical truth, But he said, ‘I need your help’, I couldn’t even help myself, let alone him.

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HEMISPHERE – chapter 03 – the MEETING

Hello again ๐Ÿ™‚

Well here it is, the next installment of Hemisphere ๐Ÿ™‚ chapter 3 the meeting. So hes got the note and been to the warehouse to meet the man but gets stood up, or did he get the place or time wrong? or are there other things at play?. He wakes and everything feels different, maybe other things have changed. Find out whether he finally meets ‘the man’ if there’s a showdown and generally get some answers about his disposition.

The artwork and FULL scripting, like usual will follow shortly. Enjoy and feedback’s always welcome ๐Ÿ™‚

Ben

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02 the WAREHOUSE โ€“ Script and Artwork

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While i’m finishing off the posters, i thought it would be a good idea to upload the next chapter in the HEMISPHERE series script and artwork. Here they are enjoy ๐Ÿ™‚ The video can be seen further down the page. Chapter 03 to follow shortly, if you like how things are shaping up or you want to say anything please email or leave a comment, feedback is always welcome, thanks for visiting ๐Ÿ™‚

Ben

Chapter 02 – the WAREHOUSE

Peoples lives were just dots, all various shades, but all basically the same, manifested within an accepted template design. Then there’s the go between, holding a fragile disguise, turning a blind eye, balancing them. Like moths getting attracted to the light radiating from the flames of hell. I don’t know about angels but its fear that yields power. I got the note what seemed like a lifetime ago. It nurtured hope in a mind riddled with chaos. Clutching onto the belief that he must hold the answers to my jarred disposition, only he could see the bigger and better picture for me. I shouldn’t have met him, I couldn’t monitor this. Everybody wanted everything, the line had to be drawn. Little did I know it was to be my chalk out-line.

The rain streamed down like tears, millions of lives suspended within droplets trying to escape, only to explode on the ground, the water, the getaway driver lied to them. The world watched me, followed me, like a CCTV camera you instantly feel guilty. The warehouse being a blood clotted heart, embodying square one. If fear did relinquish power then I felt like Atlas, holding the world up. The scent was of death, the forgotten refuge of lives who had all the walk, but none of the talk, a blank suicide note. Freezing winds like sandpaper and razors, created an invisible wall of an intense smell that made me gag. This place was in my nightmares. I was like a train, on a schedule, running on a one track mind day by day. He didn’t show up. I was confused at the time, but it’s logical now, shows perception changes everything, nothing was ever that black or white. A piece of me died that day, the piece that held the hope for a bigger and better picture, and a man with no hope is a broken man. On the way home, I realised I had been lied to again. Provided hollow promises by the person that now fell sharply from their pedestal. Rage shearing its way through me, I was embracing it, embodied by the pain letting it infest and consume me. I was on my own, living a life of horror, but now I was fuelled by it. I collapsed, exhausted. The dread of the waking nightmare had kept me awake too long. I begged not to wake up.

Just when you think you have seen it all, you awaken, and have your eyes opened. where was I?

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Hemisphere โ€“ Chapter 2 โ€“ The WAREHOUSE

Hemisphere

Chapter 2 โ€“ The WAREHOUSE

Hello, I’m back after a long hiatus i will be posting more episodes and more posters and work i have been doing on here soon. For now here is episode 2 – the WAREHOUSE, enjoy ๐Ÿ™‚

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01 the REASON – Script and Artwork

I thought it might be nice to add the script and artwork that supports each episode as i upload them, Enjoy

CHAPTER 01 – The REASON

I did the right thing, I killed him. I thought it would all end, but instead, it just gave birth to the devils heart. The bullet incarcerated me within the bars of my DNA giving me a crash course in my genetic destiny. I tried to free us all from the burden, the commitment, the obligation, but I drew the short straw, and he got off lightly. I thought it would end, but I was back at the beginning, acting like the middle man. I was dying of thirst while drowning in the water that was restrained within me, held prisoner by it, enslaved to it. Now my reflection was just a code, a number, a dot in the big picture. I still had the nightmares of another life, killing and dying, every night, like clockwork. The answers didnโ€™t matter any more, I see the blurry image of the truth, now I needed the focus, the clarity.

It all started awhile back, back when โ€˜time flies when youโ€™re having funโ€™, but fun was a perception born of circumstance. Life was simple, I was living the dream, but dreams have a nasty way of turning into dark nightmares. I was returning home from my routine, my nine to five, I used to despise it, but you never know what you have, all good things and all that. Then there he was, the phoenix that had risen from his own ashes. He said the words that spawned my Labyrinth. โ€œWho do you trust?โ€. His magic tag full of diabolical meanings, spreading the seeds of diseased questions from the flesh of fallen angels. He left before saying any more, before he had time to explain.

After that everything changed for me, the nightmares started, the dispositioning, the insanity. My life transformed into a waste land of right and wrong. The beginning was way out there at the end, and the middle was lost with me and my sanity, somewhere along the way to wicked innuendo. The real world was far from authentic to me any more. The world changed, or I changed, I saw things differently, the shades of grey turned into frighting colours from hell, the world was in flames. I witnessed my previous life crumble before my eyes, the world didn’t care, it ignored me with a cold brushed off dismissal, as it sped past on fast forward, continuing to lie to me.

One day, out of the blue, I got a knock at the door. He was back. The knocking was like a pulsing headache, and I was like a kid on their way to the dentist. Fighting the inevitable. Outside it was crying colour, so vivid to me now. It sounded like a chorus of voices emanating from a manic depressive choir. He left a single note, his calling card. He wanted to meet and I didn’t really have any other choice. But I should have tried to walk away, never met him. At least living with the horror then wouldnโ€™t have been half as bad as it is now, but you know what they say, Curiosity killed the cat.


Laters

Ben x

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Hemisphere – Chapter 1 – The REASON

Hemisphere
Chapter 1 – The REASON

A project i started a while ago, all chapters are done now but i will be uploading them in time, also with supporting artwork. Hope you like them, or hate them, either one provokes an emotion, look at the 2012 Olympics logo, Now which side does that fall under haha ๐Ÿ™‚

Laters
Ben x

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