Constructions - - Reclaiming three panel strips.

Four robots: Kiyomura Samurai. Chroino FT, Reem-A, and Salamandra Robotica. Go green: Pull cord generators, sphelar sun absorbers, hybrid batteries, and energy curtains(embedded with solar cells and light emitting materials). A handful of sitcoms: Silver spoons, the facts of life, the great space coaster, good times. The aforementioned were all taken and thrown into three panel comic strips by penny arcaders, mass media mavens with sketch and ink skills, wired magazine mac boys with pro tools and adobe love, and the most reclusive of artists with ideas much too fragile to be discussed in any other way. You're in a room filled with these comic strips, thousands of them really. The construction is as followed: take a few weeks to read through the sketches, the balloons filled with words, the intentions of the writers and illustrators. Be meticulous and go over everything. Keep what's relevant, including feelings, bits, fragments, and themes. Burn the rest. Find a box to store what's to be saved and give the box to the person you're endeared to the most...I had an ethics test today. In an extended three panel format, you would see caricatures of myself, the professor, the handful of others in the room. You'd see a lot of squiggles above my head, furrowed brows, breaks staring over to Brooke and Ash and Alyssa and Elsa. The end of the strip ends with me alone a room looking up at a clock and shrugging my shoulders. That strip will hopefully be in the box alongside an old heathcliff rant that you're especially fond of for some reason...Vacation starts today. Or something resembling such. Comps Jan.2. *strip in search of an optimistic illustrator with a good eye for making shadows alongside lamplight*