Project blog for school, in which I will keep my sketches and drawings, thoughts and feelings.
Last night when I went home from a movie there was this creepy man on the bus who kept staring at me. Normally it wouldn't bother me all that much, but when it's nearing 9pm and you're plunged into total darkness in a tiny city like this, IT IS CREEPY. If you were to get followed and ambushed by someone, there is likely no one around to hear you or help you. You're on your own.
Silly thing was that I didn't wear my Dc Martens. Bright yellow boots sort of make you feel more secure, because people don't pick a fight when you wear them. Hell, they're even scared of sitting next to you on the bus. Converse suck in this aspect. Not a very frightening shoe. Even if they are red.
So, I got off two stops early, where a family with kids got off, just in case, and walked the last bit home. It did feel more secure, but it was the most paranoid I've ever been on a bus. Feeling your heart beat hard enough to make it feel like the whole seat was pulsating was a new experience for me.
Afterward I felt a bit silly, because in the security of my own home I could think back on the whole thing. The man had red, bloodshot eyes. Alcoholic or a junkie of some sort most likely, and people like that usually don't follow you home and try to rape you on the way. They're probably more keen on stealing your wallet and your red shoes, and perhaps your jacket if it fits. Still, you should trust your gut reaction, because the day you don't, you lie in a pile in some bushes, bloody and violated.
Bumming around on my couch this afternoon I had this idea, sketched it down before I forgot, and then made a speed painting of it.
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Hey there (it's Haslin- I followed a link from dA here.)
ReplyDeleteMan, that's a creepy experience- I'm glad you got off the bus with people instead of on your own.
However, the image you produced is really striking. I love the lighting and composition of it, and the way the shadows come alive with textures. It certainly tells a dark narrative.
It's like the second time it's happened. I just trust my gut feeling in these cases, even if I might seem paranoid.
ReplyDeleteAnd thank you! C: Texture makes everything better.