The original early sketch of mine.
The negative black and white spacing was both produced as an experimental set. We were quite appalled after being pointed out that the line refining was a slaughter for dinner. Moreover, the whole composition to lead the storyline was remained unseen.
The original plan was to overlay the wallpaper piece with this 1970’s repetitive lady background to enhance the powerful society. Instead of a captivating piece to come by, the result was cluttered and unoriginal. Same goes with the early planned overlay background vintage wallpaper.
Therefore, we started constructing a completely different composition design inspired by poker card like the image above and we focused the contrast reflection on the main character- the clown and the prostitute looking ahead a dark side of the 80’s street. I constructed this piece with a building and smoking hand overlooking the background to enhance the focus on our storyline.
Unfortunately for me, I invented an old prostitute sad to say. And while we were trying to replace the face, Zhi Kang from the Illus dept tried to help me fix it by tracing another face and haha it turned out to be the prostitute of the year cause
Jeng jeng jeng, She looked like an Ah Gua (Thai Transsexual) Hahaha. Disqualified, obviously.
Okay moving on.
We started on the hunt for the right prostitute and did a handful of bare back ones.
Tiny managed to replace it with a sensational one, check out the vintage dress! Not to forget a decade amount of time spent on experimenting the streets and building with the many used of Threshold, plus the arrangement of compositions.
Like these two.
And this came up. However, Li Wen prefers the clown to be moved and so we moved.
In-the-progress work. We took upon streets and building structure references among these 2 references and edited most of the effects with much blending and combination. Later on, as we grew more fondly into the topic, ideas began to blossom in many forms.
The final piece.
As readers have probably figured out by now, our concepts settings are based on the 1980’s street where a clown hunts for human skins to create tatoos, meanwhile sharing an intimacy with the prostitute across the street who suffered from insomia. We will be posting up the rationale alongside with the final silk screen piece. Meanwhile here's to the story and a little tadbit of concepts all adding up.
I knew my dad profession when i was 10, it is when i start to learn the philosophy. it's not that hard after all, because i grown up in such a place. i don't even know i have a mom, i never thought of anything about my existence. dad left me some tools, and the only word he told me was to 'find your life' when he slipped away. i got a friend, she left me when we were 16, she don't have a dad, that's why we were friend. we did a mistake that night, she fell and cried. i don't know how to respond, but i had a strange feeling, that was sad like grief of losing someone. this was a common thing happened in our lives, some went and never come back. my eyes was wet that night, i barely know the water fell on my cheek was rain or tear. i knew my life after that , so i carried on. we kill to survive, we trade money by lives. what other treasured, is what we hunt. i killed and i felt nothing, cause the nly thing i treasured had already left and told me the life.
today is another ordinary night, walking toward the Burp cafe to gain my reward.
down the street, the trader wore like a clown smoking a cigar and sell the precious. the skins from those that might have the same job like us, he kills those who kills. to own the skins was a glory, but for him it's just some business for more money,moreover an act to be an attention seeker, because he was lonely. norah was walking down the street, seems like she is suffer from a sleepless night. she sells her soul as the channel for them, letting her body being torture sweetly. she was the clown's favorite, i saw them when i was young. i still remember her beautiful face, the day when my dad left. i heard her compliment, they say she killed more than i did. -Kenny
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Clowns are performers. They are stereotypically characterized by their disguise. Colored wigs, stylistic makeup, outlandish costumes and large footwear. Always hiding their face under a mask of illusion, trying to amuses other by ridiculous behavior. Hiding their thoughts of loneliness, hoping to be acknowledged. Every time someone met a clown, after a moment, like a curse of forgetfulness, people tend to forget about them. Like the stars in the night, always shine brightly at night, but forgotten during the day. Night are for dreaming, not for a world without light. The town at night is a place of illusion yet it is the reality. As the clown fades into the dusk and darkness, the night had stolen the shadows from the tower of dream. -Tiny
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Thats for now. Toodles.-Zheng Joo
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