No one comes to this corner of the park.
No surprise there. It’s such an ugly-ass eyesore of a ship. Seriously, what’s it supposed to be? Chinese? Viking? And to what end? It’s not a part of the amusement arcade. It’s neither utilitarian nor aesthetic. I suppose, if you ever wanted to show a craftsmen class an example of some really really bad work, you could bring them around here.
Let it go you tell me.
How? How can I let it go?
I spent months working on my life size chinese warriors, and that’s not including the time I spent on research. Do you see the soft pleads on their armour, the inscription on the hilt of their sword? I worked day and night to ensure that every micro expression is perfect. Hell, it took me almost a week to just blend the perfect shade for their face. This is a labour of love. My magnum opus. My legacy.
And they go and place them in front of that monstrosity.
No Sir. Not as long as I can do something about it.
What can I do, you ask?
Well, the only good thing about that monstrosity is that it’s made of dry wood. And dry wood burns easily. Very easily.
In response to: The Sunday Photo Fiction, April 9th, 2017
Image by: A Mixed Bag