this image started life as a pencil sketch and evolved from there. The Double-mouthed sailtail generously tows his companion, Blockhead, across the Atlip desert. Blockhead shields Gorff from the watchful eye of the ever hungry Zylap. Their trusty, but aging pumpkin droid, brings up the rear.
“Phew! Thank goodness I caught up with you; I thought I’d missed the mail run.” / Akkermesh grinned with relief, as he skilfully flipped his letters into the snail box. Another gentrime, would have been too long to wait for the return trip. “You are lucky slurped the snail, another three pecsureps and I would have been through the gap. Many Red orbits to wait for my return, had you not caught me in time.” In ages past, on their once unpolluted crystal planet, Kryx, communications had advanced from wires to wireless over a few short gentrimes. Scientific advances soon allowed sub-atomic particle encoding quark transfer possible. Nothing faster, or more reliable than transfer at thought speed, they had surmised. It even made light, pedestrian by comparison. They were correct regarding the speed, but quite wrong re the reliability. The Kryxian miners had reached thought speed, with information transfer, which it turned out, surpassed even that of light. Thought transfer had one major flaw though, it could be intercepted by highly trained individuals using intuitive telepathic look and lock techniques. The invisible “ether” of space, the so called empty or dark zones between solid objects was not, it turned out, empty at all. It was, the scientists had discovered, like an invisible elastic blanket, to which all things were connected and from which all things had sprung. This meant that highly trained individuals could, “surf the blanket” with the right clues and be led, also at thought speed, to the information they sought. The focus of energy required to concentrate and transmit the packets of data, created a “heat” signature in the mental ethers which gave them away and allowed interception and decoding. After a few major breaches of their defences and the lucky discovery of an enemy agent at work, the Kryxians searched for a more reliable method of information transfer. Then, quite by accident, they stumbled upon snail mail. Evolving naturally in the dank, dark, slimy caverns beneath Kryx, the snails had developed an ability to communicate between themselves, using biological wave sensors on their “feet”. Over time they had roamed towards the surface in search of food, and that’s where they found the miners. As a young free thinking miner hybrid, Akkermesh was first to recognise the special transport abilities of the amazing snails. In collaboration with the gastropods and the top scientific minds on Kryx, they had formulated a process using holographic multiplication, to create gigantic thought bubble transfer domes, which could double as protective bubble shields around their cities. The Kryxians used a recently developed write and memory wipe technique so that traces would not appear in the ethers. Once sealed, the writing was chemically encoded with the paper and vibrationally tuned to the recipient. Should anyone other than the intended receiver, open the letter, the paper would instantly dissolve. Thus the era of “Snailmail” was born on Kryx.
“Faster Mnlik, they are gaining on us!” “Keep your party hat on dear, they have forgotten to raise the landing gear on their “Beatle”.” Mnlik allowed himself a self-satisfied smile, while closing the right wing pod slightly to deflect them away from the cliffs. The Hihangers would not be happy if their city rest time was disturbed in any way. He need to maximise the downdraft and use the sweeping air currents through the gorge, to increase his advantage before Bloddk, realised his mistake and raised the legs. Bloddk would not win this year, Mnlik decided, his jovial headgear from the festivities belying his determination. Ever since the early transmissions from Earth all those millennia ago and the “Fab Four” had been popularised into local culture, the planet had changed. A change for the better he thought. In the old days, it was all work and no play. Public and even private displays of emotion were frowned upon. Not anymore, he grinned. The images, filtered through the space-time warp, were grainy, but enough data had arrived to let them know that they were not alone. The priests were wrong, there was life elsewhere after all. From what they could gather, they were humanoid like themselves and maybe “The one who had arrived” to tell them about immortality was also wrong… laughing and finding things funny was probably ok, and just maybe, winning a Beatle race would not consign your soul to hlekka for eternity. Their minds were opening, it felt good. “What are you smiling at, Mnlik?” questioned Frontalia, twisting her head to keep their pursuers in sight. “You know if you lose concentration in this gorge, we won’t make it ahead of them and there are rumours that the river snappers are back to their old tricks, so don’t get too close to the acid. “Relax darling, I was just thinking about how we carved their faces over the vector shields on our craft. They honour life forms, light years away, whom we will never meet. What matters though, is that the carvings remind us not to go back to the old ways.” They flew on in silence, both deep in thought, the race almost forgotten. In the background a song from Earth soothed their minds- ”...on and on, across the universe…”
Chameleo ripped himself from the cliff face, spun and fired all in one movement. They had found him, despite his best efforts to blend into the sheer rock precipice. It would be all action now. Ten thousand years he had remained undetected, while probing the depths of the cosmos using hyper meditative travel. His body had remained in suspended animation, while his mind floated freely, gathering information. He was just about ready… then this. What a time to get an itchy nose. That was all they needed…
Here on Great Moona we pass in close orbit to Krill,the moon as a very thin atmosphere,it was used in the 2000 year war as a battle platform,and some wreckage still remains of that costly conflict.
Water drops on the flower of an ornamental grass called Fountain Grass or Pennisetum setaceum / The blue is a reflection/refraction of a swimming pool. / Sony DSC-H5 and M3358 close up lens. A list of all the other great artists that made it into Gaia is here / / Have a look at my other photos. For example: Or browse through one of my categories: / animal / building / cemetery / church / damselfly / dragonfly / drop / fall / flower / france / insect / leaf / light / macro / nature / other / reflection / water / winter
Daleks are a powerful race bent on universal conquest and domination, utterly without pity, compassion or remorse This took a while to do, but I think it has paid off.
An immense predator planet has drifted within reach of overtaking a fragile planet in it’s path. Woe to the inhabitants as they succomb to the radiation and death rays eminating from this monster! / Inspired by some work and words of ozjami / .
My art is based on everything I see around me. This is from the idea that eyes are the windows of the soul. A2 on cartridge papar with a G-Tec C4 0.4 pen. Can be viewed any way up it is up to you.
For all the disaffected martian youth.
......OF ART Antony Gormley sculpture… Melbourne People Seascapes New Zealand Frogs Lensbaby Infrared Industrial Spam Panorama Landscapes Real Estate Series Plastic People*
Put Me Down! / Downtown Burbsville the Alien Invaders seem to have picked the wrong girl to abduct! / Available as a card, print, poster and part of the 2010 calendar Image copyright © 2008 Shanina Conway. / Copying and displaying or redistribution of this image without permission from the artist is strictly prohibited. /
Parallel Universe / Friday night is Pizza night in their universe too;) Having fun with these cute little characters ;) / Image copyright © 2009 Shanina Conway. / Copying and displaying or redistribution of this image without permission from the artist is strictly prohibited
Poinciana Flower Stamens
Inspired by the movie / Aliens (1986) / The second movie in the Alien movie series (and one of the best!) In the context of the Alien movie plots, LV-426 is a moon in orbit around a gas giant called Calpamos, in the Zeta2 Reticuli system, 37 light years from Earth, lying beyond the “Outer Rim”. LV-426 has 86% of Earth’s gravity. In Alien the atmosphere consists mostly of nitrogen and methane, but by the events of Aliens the atmosphere has been altered due to terraforming by human colonists and is breathable. Get away from her, you BITCH! Check out other T-Shirts in this series Detail /
Model: Kumi aka Kumimonster / MUA: xmishka / Studio: Brent Leideritz Inspired by the paintings of Rene Magritte and the writings of John Lennon. Alternate title: ‘Head in the Clouds’ / - NOTE: If you’re in Adelaide this Friday [22nd] come along to Gallery 139 on Magill Road from 6-8pm to see this image in the opening of an exhibition of works featuring the human skull, in conjunction with the Australian Cranio-Maxillo Facial Foundation. It will be on show til June 1st. 20% of the proceeds from sales of the works will be going to the foundation. / Plus, it has a piece by Damien Hirst in it. / Yes, I am in an exhibition with one of my idols. Eep :O Copyright 2009 Harmony Nicholas
three head shots in photo-manipulation / water textures in an amiable proportion / with hair brushes and a many a distortion / to make this ps cs4 expression / a creative representation / of sorrow in alienation…. © copyright jokiargu creations 2009
Tools: Inkscape 0.46 Gimp 2.6.6 PIXresizer 2.0.3 Custom text available.
Tools: Inkscape 0.46 Gimp 2.6.6 PIXresizer 2.0.3 Custom text available.
Art over the centuries as boldly gone where no art as gone before! Art as evolved with leaps and bounds, it as crossed a great many mediums. And it had to happen, here we have the planet Epsilon-Epsilon. The planet was purchased by one individual for the sole purpose of creating a work of art. The planet as thousands of cities and towns, all built as different architectual art forms, they are not populated, in fact there are no beings that live on the whole planet. / There is a reception center on the largest moon, the “tours” can take anywhere from 1 to 10 years to complete. The artist know as *Alienvisitor plans to purchase the entire solar system and all 13 of its planets, so one day the system itself will become the art form. This is but a small sample of said art…...the city of Flight, the architecture here is based on but not exact of his *Cities in Flight Series. Featured in Images & Ideas Group 25/07/09
BIG,GREEN,SLIMY and has sharp teeth! (available in pink with an eye in the middle)
This fractal work reminds me of playing alien kids. I created this work with Incendia and added a soft sun created with apophysis 2.09. Designer: Thea Walstra / /
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