642 Things to Write About: #2

The entire neighborhood is beige and gray, but at the end of the street sits a bright blue house. Who lives there?

The former owner of the land's mother lives there. This was the house they grew up in with lots of land around for him and his 4 sisters to play all day and into the night.  This was the house where his father was born. When the father died, his mother and his 4 sisters were very poor. There was no more running around and playing. There was looking for food in dumpsters and wearing very old clothes.
Once day a someone wanted to built houses on their land. They did not want to sell the land to this person but, but they needed the money to eat. So he sold the land with the one stipulation was that all the house built had to be beige and gray to show how sad he was at having to sell the land.

642 Things to Write About: #1

You're enjoying making sand castles at the beach, when the ocean waves wash up a message in a bottle. You pull out the the message: What does it say?

Get your hand out of my bottle! Who the told you, you could stick your grubby little hand in my bottle. Don't you see that it is a bottle that has been USED. Do you think the paper got in there by itself. Geez, find your own bottle and paper and pen and do your own damn bottle. Damn it!

Aliens - Zach

I have to admit I was not inspired until later that day I saw Ana Galvan's Alien Abductions on the Juxtapoz blog.

People dribbling a basketball underwater while swimming - Max

Max was very specific on this one.

Toothless - Max

Max recently lost his 2 front teeth, which inspired this subject.

Supernovas, black holes and things being sucked into them - Zach

Zach happened to be reading some books on the subject and he was fascinated by it. This reminded me of The Black Hole the movie. My brothers and I LOVED this movie. We watched it over and over.

Knees with Faces - Max

While "knees with faces" might seem somewhat odd, if you have seen my other work you will know that I pretty much put faces on whatever I can get away with. And I pretty much see faces in whatever I look at. I wonder if this is an inherited disorder?