These things we are...
These things we are... These things we bounce between
Like good and bad, like home and hell. That current in our bones.
Between them, we lay floating. The steel trap's always near.
And while we float, we watch the fight but do not dare to bet.
We're always too damn busy and we're always too damn scared.
We think that things just happen. Hey, no one has control!
So we let go of the important part: remember? it's *our** play.*
And here's the thing: we're all of it.
The hole, the void, the hunger,
the head, the heart, the loins,
the knife and the dead weight, and even the damn trap.
We're talent and producer. We're sound and music sheet.
The rhythm in the writing.
(Even when it's broken and there's no rhythm, no rhyme, and nothing seems to mean a thing anymore. Banana.)
But among all the chaos, the song is always there.
And all along the steps, there's always the Red Thread.
The thing that binds and lifts us, the saviour and the noose.
So follow it and tug it and hold it in your teeth.
The important part is not what is, but where we go with it.
And yeah, we're just dumb matter, and we are afraid and cold.
But we also have the spark, the mind, the soul, the wings.
So we may be in the gutter.
But we will be the sun.
This one closes the Tiger Trilogy. At least for now. In a very George Lucas way, I reserve the right to come back to this universe and tell other stories with these characters and colours. And don't worry. They'll be better than the prequel trilogy. And the sequels. And basically anything in the "new" Star Wars universe.
Aaaaanyway. After we chased our prey in “These things we chase…” and bowed our heads in "These things we fear", now we face the music and the conflict, the prize and the trap. This piece touches on and ties (no pun intended) a lot of the themes and elements from the previous two, and reminds us that it's always been us. Not the hunt, not the fear, but us. Balanced between the agony and the ecstasy, between home and hell. It's, I think, a fitting final piece for the trilogy and a cool-looking piece on its own.
If you think so too, just add it to your cart. And hey, if you want the whole shebang, you can get the whole trilogy here!
——
Now, for the technical details...
As usual, these prints are lovingly crafted by me, printed on 320 gsm, cotton archival paper (that’s just a fancy way to say the paper is really awesome and warm and thick, with a lovely, velvety texture and creamy colour), using archival inks (this means this thing won’t fade in a hundred years. I’m serious. Treat it with a bit of care, and it will last a lifetime), using The Black Beast, my trusty 250 pounds beast of a Canon Printer.
tl;dr: the prints are really, really pretty, and the quality is top-notch. Just look at the pictures if you don’t believe me. And if you’ve bought a print from me before, you know what to expect.
These things we are... These things we bounce between
Like good and bad, like home and hell. That current in our bones.
Between them, we lay floating. The steel trap's always near.
And while we float, we watch the fight but do not dare to bet.
We're always too damn busy and we're always too damn scared.
We think that things just happen. Hey, no one has control!
So we let go of the important part: remember? it's *our** play.*
And here's the thing: we're all of it.
The hole, the void, the hunger,
the head, the heart, the loins,
the knife and the dead weight, and even the damn trap.
We're talent and producer. We're sound and music sheet.
The rhythm in the writing.
(Even when it's broken and there's no rhythm, no rhyme, and nothing seems to mean a thing anymore. Banana.)
But among all the chaos, the song is always there.
And all along the steps, there's always the Red Thread.
The thing that binds and lifts us, the saviour and the noose.
So follow it and tug it and hold it in your teeth.
The important part is not what is, but where we go with it.
And yeah, we're just dumb matter, and we are afraid and cold.
But we also have the spark, the mind, the soul, the wings.
So we may be in the gutter.
But we will be the sun.
This one closes the Tiger Trilogy. At least for now. In a very George Lucas way, I reserve the right to come back to this universe and tell other stories with these characters and colours. And don't worry. They'll be better than the prequel trilogy. And the sequels. And basically anything in the "new" Star Wars universe.
Aaaaanyway. After we chased our prey in “These things we chase…” and bowed our heads in "These things we fear", now we face the music and the conflict, the prize and the trap. This piece touches on and ties (no pun intended) a lot of the themes and elements from the previous two, and reminds us that it's always been us. Not the hunt, not the fear, but us. Balanced between the agony and the ecstasy, between home and hell. It's, I think, a fitting final piece for the trilogy and a cool-looking piece on its own.
If you think so too, just add it to your cart. And hey, if you want the whole shebang, you can get the whole trilogy here!
——
Now, for the technical details...
As usual, these prints are lovingly crafted by me, printed on 320 gsm, cotton archival paper (that’s just a fancy way to say the paper is really awesome and warm and thick, with a lovely, velvety texture and creamy colour), using archival inks (this means this thing won’t fade in a hundred years. I’m serious. Treat it with a bit of care, and it will last a lifetime), using The Black Beast, my trusty 250 pounds beast of a Canon Printer.
tl;dr: the prints are really, really pretty, and the quality is top-notch. Just look at the pictures if you don’t believe me. And if you’ve bought a print from me before, you know what to expect.
These things we are... These things we bounce between
Like good and bad, like home and hell. That current in our bones.
Between them, we lay floating. The steel trap's always near.
And while we float, we watch the fight but do not dare to bet.
We're always too damn busy and we're always too damn scared.
We think that things just happen. Hey, no one has control!
So we let go of the important part: remember? it's *our** play.*
And here's the thing: we're all of it.
The hole, the void, the hunger,
the head, the heart, the loins,
the knife and the dead weight, and even the damn trap.
We're talent and producer. We're sound and music sheet.
The rhythm in the writing.
(Even when it's broken and there's no rhythm, no rhyme, and nothing seems to mean a thing anymore. Banana.)
But among all the chaos, the song is always there.
And all along the steps, there's always the Red Thread.
The thing that binds and lifts us, the saviour and the noose.
So follow it and tug it and hold it in your teeth.
The important part is not what is, but where we go with it.
And yeah, we're just dumb matter, and we are afraid and cold.
But we also have the spark, the mind, the soul, the wings.
So we may be in the gutter.
But we will be the sun.
This one closes the Tiger Trilogy. At least for now. In a very George Lucas way, I reserve the right to come back to this universe and tell other stories with these characters and colours. And don't worry. They'll be better than the prequel trilogy. And the sequels. And basically anything in the "new" Star Wars universe.
Aaaaanyway. After we chased our prey in “These things we chase…” and bowed our heads in "These things we fear", now we face the music and the conflict, the prize and the trap. This piece touches on and ties (no pun intended) a lot of the themes and elements from the previous two, and reminds us that it's always been us. Not the hunt, not the fear, but us. Balanced between the agony and the ecstasy, between home and hell. It's, I think, a fitting final piece for the trilogy and a cool-looking piece on its own.
If you think so too, just add it to your cart. And hey, if you want the whole shebang, you can get the whole trilogy here!
——
Now, for the technical details...
As usual, these prints are lovingly crafted by me, printed on 320 gsm, cotton archival paper (that’s just a fancy way to say the paper is really awesome and warm and thick, with a lovely, velvety texture and creamy colour), using archival inks (this means this thing won’t fade in a hundred years. I’m serious. Treat it with a bit of care, and it will last a lifetime), using The Black Beast, my trusty 250 pounds beast of a Canon Printer.
tl;dr: the prints are really, really pretty, and the quality is top-notch. Just look at the pictures if you don’t believe me. And if you’ve bought a print from me before, you know what to expect.
