Speeches - Charlie Chaplin's "The Great Dictator Speech"

Speeches - Charlie Chaplin "The Great Dictator Speech"

Transcript follows as from:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FPqd_9T5Zx4

Transcript:

The Jewish Barber (Charlie Chaplin):
I'm sorry but I don't want to be an emperor. That's not my business. I don't want to rule or conquer anyone. I should like to help everyone if possible; Jew, Gentile, black men, white. We all want to help one another. Human beings are like that. We want to live by each others' happiness, not by each other's misery. We don't want to hate and despise one another. In this world there is room for everyone. And the good earth is rich and can provide for everyone. The way of life can be free and beautiful, but we have lost the way.

Painting - Chelsea

Painting - Chelsea

So for an exercise I did a painting from reference of my friend Chelsea, who is literally on the other side of the world right now living it up!  I missed her so I ask her about it, went and found a picture on facebook (she's very photogenic) and did this on my wacom.  It took me about 4 hours from start to finish, not bad painting from reference. 

Remembrance Day - We Remember

Remembrance Day - We Remember

Sixed - Interlude 2 - NaNoWriMo

Sixed - Interlude2 - NaNoWriMo

Interlude 2

“Do dolphins dream of an electric sea to save lost souls?”

I miss her.

I drifted between here and there. Lines of code flowed through me, unending in beauteous streams of falling digital water. Each one was a thing, a life, a person, a moment. They cascade all around me, entwined like a spider’s web across time and place, linkages between forgotten pieces of recollection. They are once things, now the digital memories of being forgotten.

Sixed - Chapter 3 - NaNoWriMo

Sixed - Chapter 3 - NaNoWriMo

Chapter 3

“If we studied well the horrors we visit upon ourselves in waking moments, it’s a wonder that we might ever willingly close our eyes to sleep.”

Miranda stepped out of the shower. Her mind was already turning, pieces within pieces, things within moments. She stared at the reflection of herself, naked, through the mirror. She liked to think that perhaps a vicious, beautiful redhead started back at her. Tall, but definitely not the willowy damsels of yore fairytale. Miranda was iron for a spine, compact muscle and the physique of a dancer who knew it.

Sixed - Chapter 2 - NaNoWriMo

Sixed - Chapter 2 - NaNoWriMo