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Monday, April 23, 2007
Sixth page of "SPACES"
On this page; we've tried to put the characters on a huge hand (to demonstrate how tiny they are and how tiny people are also on our society, I even thought about human body as a methaphor with its cells or the universe with its stars and planets).
The Lamplight's giving them ideas; while they are reading books (or placed over them like objects, the point was to give the idea of being objects and people at the same time).
The hand represents a God or something on another open SPACE (but I'm a bit sceptical to believe on this)
The Lamplight's giving them ideas; while they are reading books (or placed over them like objects, the point was to give the idea of being objects and people at the same time).
The hand represents a God or something on another open SPACE (but I'm a bit sceptical to believe on this)
Condom Box: mortality and dream.
Question Girl: Reflex; Ego, ID, falseness.
No Name: words and remote lines.
Randomless: Soft; tender, torture.
Screw: Union; fact, bound.
Images and ideas : Rodrigo Oliveira
Words and Ideas : Manuel Espirito Santo
Words and Ideas : Manuel Espirito Santo
Fifth page of "SPACES"
On this page we put a labyrinth to describe all the confusion that was on the characters heads (Tiny words appear in portuguese and all the characters appear but only with their heads)
I thought here that chaos was good to describe the story (as is our society today); made also a tiny homage to Bowie in portuguese (Don't you wonder sometimes about sound and vision?)
Condom Box: What's my purpose? I Only know how to moan.
No Name: Fuck; what do I do here on a ragless world?!
Screw: Screws; doodles, joints, what's the meaning of this?
Question Girl: Sometimes I forget who I am.
Randomless: arrrghhhhh. cold, fences and other subtextes; what's my role in here?!
Images and ideas : Rodrigo Oliveira
Words and Ideas : Manuel Espirito Santo
I thought here that chaos was good to describe the story (as is our society today); made also a tiny homage to Bowie in portuguese (Don't you wonder sometimes about sound and vision?)
Condom Box: What's my purpose? I Only know how to moan.
No Name: Fuck; what do I do here on a ragless world?!
Screw: Screws; doodles, joints, what's the meaning of this?
Question Girl: Sometimes I forget who I am.
Randomless: arrrghhhhh. cold, fences and other subtextes; what's my role in here?!
Images and ideas : Rodrigo Oliveira
Words and Ideas : Manuel Espirito Santo
Fourth page of " SPACES "
On this page we tried to put the characters interacting with themselves.
Moon's eliminating fire (Randomless will put fire on the story with the flow of the narration)
Question Girl is looking at No Name and Randomless and she's angry (because Randomless embraces No Name and doesn't release him, in spite of having the key to No Name's release)
Screw's loose and doesn't have a place here; he feels without direction and doesn't sees hope anymore (he's dizzy and was hammered several times:-) )
On the second drawing of this page; Moon's observing the characters and sees all of them on a coffee (they are desperate and the only one that smiles is Randomless who makes the bridge into the two circles)
Screw: I don't know what to do; the fusion is random; where am I?!
Question Girl: I'm merely a star. I don't make part of this fragmented piece.
No Name: What can I do more released of tempests and storms disorderless?
Moon's eliminating fire (Randomless will put fire on the story with the flow of the narration)
Question Girl is looking at No Name and Randomless and she's angry (because Randomless embraces No Name and doesn't release him, in spite of having the key to No Name's release)
Screw's loose and doesn't have a place here; he feels without direction and doesn't sees hope anymore (he's dizzy and was hammered several times:-) )
On the second drawing of this page; Moon's observing the characters and sees all of them on a coffee (they are desperate and the only one that smiles is Randomless who makes the bridge into the two circles)
Screw: I don't know what to do; the fusion is random; where am I?!
Question Girl: I'm merely a star. I don't make part of this fragmented piece.
No Name: What can I do more released of tempests and storms disorderless?
Question Girl: Moon smiles at me and I don't make any questions.
Condom Box: What do I do here on this oblique position? meanwhile; I try to give life to something obsolete.
Screw: Frenetic screws; doodles witouth cause or consequense; give me oil and I'll build a machine. 
Third page of "SPACES"
In here we tried to picture clearly on an open space (a common street anywhere), the feelings of the main character (No Name) and two new characters ( Lamplight and Randomless; don't ask me why, the characters begun to appear on my head :-) )
No Name's still trapped (human agony) without balance (as represented by Rodrigo's draws).
The Lamplight begins to act as character (almost like a God).
Randomless is the evil character of this story (he's got the key to unlock No Name and he's everywhere and anywhere like his name says) he laughs all the time torturing the characters that appear on these " SPACES"
Lamplight: Through me rays emanate, are they without cause or consequence or are they acts consequenced by someone?
Randomless: The opaque rain is something translucid. The key's the way to open perceptive doors.
No Name: Sounds; frenetic writing, kaleidoscopes without consequence, I want to release myself.
Images and ideas : Rodrigo Oliveira
Words and Ideas : Manuel Espirito Santo
No Name's still trapped (human agony) without balance (as represented by Rodrigo's draws).
The Lamplight begins to act as character (almost like a God).
Randomless is the evil character of this story (he's got the key to unlock No Name and he's everywhere and anywhere like his name says) he laughs all the time torturing the characters that appear on these " SPACES"
Lamplight: Through me rays emanate, are they without cause or consequence or are they acts consequenced by someone?
Randomless: The opaque rain is something translucid. The key's the way to open perceptive doors.
No Name: Sounds; frenetic writing, kaleidoscopes without consequence, I want to release myself.
Images and ideas : Rodrigo Oliveira
Words and Ideas : Manuel Espirito Santo
Second page of "SPACES"
On this second page; we've tried to value the feelings of all the characters:
Question Girl on a ladder ascending it and becoming more questioned and confused; she was part of the ladder (the ladder could also be seen as a window, in here we tried to give a new vision of question girl's life as seen by another person, like reading her thoughts visually).
The rain was part also of her mood; she seeks shelter, solace, refuge, but the questions are always on her head:
- Should I?
- Why?
- What have I done?
He see also on the other drawing No Name (who's chained and projected into a screen, he didn't had the key to his locker and so to regain his freedom, he should be projected on the screen )
On the third drawing he see Condom Box on a drawer (he's near a candle and the drawer has three doors opened, here we've been inspired in Huxley's book " The doors of perception ")
Candle: To iluminate his ideas.
The three drawers opened to give a sense of releasement ( the first two drawers side to side ) The first drawer opened to give an idea of fusion between the three characters ( Question Girl; No Name and Condom Box ) Condom Box idea here was to be a help for No Name and Question Girl.
Final drawing of this page was the appearance of Screw (a character that seeks his soulmate); he's free but he has a need to fulfill his life with another thing (or person)
We see him here rotating and free but where's his soulmate?
The three that appears make part of the story also ( we imagined them as advisors to the characters: No Name; Question Girl and Screw)
Question Girl: What do I do here? I seek the metamorphosis endlessly. I desire the red square with all my heart .
No Name: I don't have a name; I have an identity. I search for the quiet camlness of the waves, in spite of all written by Lautreámont.
Condom Box: Is perseverance an unquietness; the existence isn't merely plastic or rubber or do we have to assimilate that? I preserve and want to be pr
eserved.
Question Girl on a ladder ascending it and becoming more questioned and confused; she was part of the ladder (the ladder could also be seen as a window, in here we tried to give a new vision of question girl's life as seen by another person, like reading her thoughts visually).
The rain was part also of her mood; she seeks shelter, solace, refuge, but the questions are always on her head:
- Should I?
- Why?
- What have I done?
He see also on the other drawing No Name (who's chained and projected into a screen, he didn't had the key to his locker and so to regain his freedom, he should be projected on the screen )
On the third drawing he see Condom Box on a drawer (he's near a candle and the drawer has three doors opened, here we've been inspired in Huxley's book " The doors of perception ")
Candle: To iluminate his ideas.
The three drawers opened to give a sense of releasement ( the first two drawers side to side ) The first drawer opened to give an idea of fusion between the three characters ( Question Girl; No Name and Condom Box ) Condom Box idea here was to be a help for No Name and Question Girl.
Final drawing of this page was the appearance of Screw (a character that seeks his soulmate); he's free but he has a need to fulfill his life with another thing (or person)
We see him here rotating and free but where's his soulmate?
The three that appears make part of the story also ( we imagined them as advisors to the characters: No Name; Question Girl and Screw)
Question Girl: What do I do here? I seek the metamorphosis endlessly. I desire the red square with all my heart . 
No Name: I don't have a name; I have an identity. I search for the quiet camlness of the waves, in spite of all written by Lautreámont.
Condom Box: Is perseverance an unquietness; the existence isn't merely plastic or rubber or do we have to assimilate that? I preserve and want to be pr
eserved.Screw: I seek a partiture. I'm a mere inconsequent display. I love life and I know the river that it provides us.
Images and ideas : Rodrigo Oliveira
Words and Ideas : Manuel Espirito Santo
First page of " SPACES "
An idea based on characters that suffer the agonies; joys and melancolhy on life.
Question Girl - a metaphor to lost iddentity
No Name - The search for a soulmate.
Condom Box - The man who knows all of the tiny details in life.
On this first page we enter on a mere dialogue betweem individuals that are skeptical towards each other. ( the sewer was conceived, because on desperate spaces we find solace and companionship sometimes), we put there texture, because of the image that we wanted to provide.
The first words are in Russian and why?
Because they seemed lost ( We tried to vision here russia as it's nowadays )
We made an homage to cesariny ( a surrealist portuguese poet who died, when we were conceiving the idea for this ); so the translation is:
In every street I found you...
In every street I lose you...
Second image:
No name trapped inside of him and wants to release himself but don't know how ( if we look into the image clearly, we can notice there an harp, the instrument that transports melancholy over our points of view, we also notice a locker, he's trapped without a key )
Third image:
In here we put question girl in all her splendour, but is beauty a thing that delights us ( We think that beauty could be also a trapped thought,a trapped person and a fragile person )
Fourth image:
In here we didn't put any dialogues, because the characters began to release themselves and they appear on the outside ( showing their essence to the world ). it also appears there a new character that I'll talk later: screw.
So, what we see here's a delightful day with a moon on it ( based on Mélies ) another methapor to love and freedom.
Во всех улицах вы находите, во всех улицах вы теряете
Question Girl - a metaphor to lost iddentity
No Name - The search for a soulmate.
Condom Box - The man who knows all of the tiny details in life.
On this first page we enter on a mere dialogue betweem individuals that are skeptical towards each other. ( the sewer was conceived, because on desperate spaces we find solace and companionship sometimes), we put there texture, because of the image that we wanted to provide.
The first words are in Russian and why?
Because they seemed lost ( We tried to vision here russia as it's nowadays )
We made an homage to cesariny ( a surrealist portuguese poet who died, when we were conceiving the idea for this ); so the translation is:
In every street I found you...
In every street I lose you...
Second image:
No name trapped inside of him and wants to release himself but don't know how ( if we look into the image clearly, we can notice there an harp, the instrument that transports melancholy over our points of view, we also notice a locker, he's trapped without a key )
Third image:
In here we put question girl in all her splendour, but is beauty a thing that delights us ( We think that beauty could be also a trapped thought,a trapped person and a fragile person )
Fourth image:
In here we didn't put any dialogues, because the characters began to release themselves and they appear on the outside ( showing their essence to the world ). it also appears there a new character that I'll talk later: screw.
So, what we see here's a delightful day with a moon on it ( based on Mélies ) another methapor to love and freedom.
Во всех улицах вы находите, во всех улицах вы теряетеQuestion Girl: Look into the sky; what do you see?
Condom Box: I don't know, the universe seems to me like a nut shell.
No Name: What a bunch of lunatics, quit the crap.
No Name: I'm an iddentity and I want to free myself....
Question Girl: I'm part of an iddentity, but I want to be more than a mere number.
Images and ideas : Rodrigo Oliveira
Words and Ideas : Manuel Espirito Santo
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