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collab work between Philippe Herard (the caracters) and Twoface/Urbanhearts (the globes) pasted and painted in Shanghai as part of street art without borders
Fore more see www.urbanhearts.com
collab wit Roost.. im not used to drawin my char. straight foward so it came out kinda weird ha.. ima bring this to the meet up saturday :)
"POE" is beginner,he'll be pro soon...
who wants in?
botom one is long as hell!
two on the bottom is on hold, pm me
For the poem that hannahbeck8 wrote:
What was it that her aunt always used to say when they walked over sidewalks together, her tiny hand clasped in her aunt’s larger hand like a small cracked seashell stacked within the smooth, cool irridescence of a larger shell? If they came to a small post, trash can, fire hydrant, or other small obstacle her aunt kept her hand clasped calmly, coolly, sweetly in hers, it was like her whole body was held, while swinging their arms over whatever was between them, her aunt smiling down at her - “peanut butter and jelly, bread and butter, two things that go together.”
She stands on the sidewalk now, alone, held by nothing, mutters under her breath: “days and nights, waiting and worrying, sex and secrets, home and...” Sometimes she feels like if only someone would take her cold, dry seashell hand and swing their arms together in one joyous motion, she would be able to breathe under all this water, milky and oppressive, swirling over her face as though it would clear but it does not. She thinks of drowning, but in the stark emptiness of the air, how lovely it would be, to feel only absence on her skin — open her mouth and feel nothing rush to fill it. She imagines herself gazing up at the someone beside her, the sun in her eyes, warm and white in the silent air, she smiles, swings their clasped hands easily over the object in their path -- “you and me.”