There’s something to be said about feeling “foreign.” I will always be a foreigner. It’s part of the experience of human existence to feel like a stranger in a strange land. I’m a Martian wherever I go. Even on Mars.
Messing around with color tonight. No goals really. I think this came out looking like a movie poster. I had fun.
Lursula wasn’t in the business of petting kitty cats. She actually loved cats. Which is why she was in the booming business of petting humans. Lursula was made of daggers. Her customers knew that—but they didn’t seem to care about it. To her, a paying customer was never wrong—though that never stopped her from questioning…
An incredible soundtrack by Vangelis that brings me to tears every time. It’s intensely beautiful. Certainly not to be missed.