Narrative Project

This is the original thing i started doing for the narrative project. it was going to be a take on "the garden of earthy delights"..... This was the middle part of the tryptic where everyones going crazy havin fun and using the earth as their bitch. but i totally didn't like how it was going so i've gone back and started again. ha ha. 

yea i decided that i needed to do something that suited the black and white medium better. something more 'dramatic' and fairly ambiguous.... but still fun! so i have taken one of my favorite songs (that is pretty weird to say the least) and made series of images based (loosely) on the lyrics. 

the lyrics sound pretty emo, but don't worry little ones its not. here they are....

The Mars Volta

Miranda That Ghost Just Isn't Holy Anymore

I’ve always wanted 
To eat glass with you again 
But I never knew how 
How to talk without 
Walls dropping on the eve 
The nest they made couldn’t break you 
Along the fallen 
Scowled a fence of beaks 
But the temple is scathing 
Through your veins 
They were scaling 
Through an ice pick of abcess rekoning 
And when Miranda sang 
Everyone turned away 
Used to the noose they obey 
And whoever said that they would scatter 
Separating the mother from child 
She can bat a broken eyelid 

Raining maggots from it’s sty 
And with the traces that she leaves 
She will skin you out alive 
All the children go grinding their jaws 
The sweet smell of their toothless canals 
And the damn she will break, make an ocean from this lake 
As they siphon off all of our blood 
And when Miranda sang 
Everyone turned away 
Used to the noose the obey