Cyril Rolando

23rd
April

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Calypso by `AquaSixio

12th
April

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Tell me why the sky is red by `AquaSixio

6th
April

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Set them free by `AquaSixio

3rd
April

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Tutorial #18 : A possible path on the color map by `AquaSixio

3rd
April

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Complement to the Tutorial #18 by `AquaSixio

14th
March

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- Stop moving Guybrush ! Listen to the story ! Time : 25 hours Software : Photoshop CS2 Tool : Wacom Intuos 4M

7th
March

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I only paint to try to tell something, I only paint to feel alive. It doesn’t matter the machine, I just need the fuel to create, If ideas are like droplets, the world is a tremendous ocean. There are droplets in my mind and I need to take care of them. When I am fine, my Sun converts the droplets into clouds, Thanks to my Moon, the rain becomes a river irrigating my soul, The Sun and the Moon drive the dance with the fuel for life, It’s a merry go round ride, it’s a move that we call emotion. When I listen to patients stories, I give them a warm welcome, My Sun loses all its energy so the droplets begin to be heavier, Then I feel stuck and frozen, indifferent to the human world. That’s why I paint, to reconnect me and recharge my batteries. When I feel complete, satisfied by the fulfilment of a dream, My Sun is overproud and eclipses the cold power of the Moon, Then I am on the seven heaven, disconnected from the reality, I waste of my droplets in the air. On waking, I feel empty inside. When I draw without inspiration, this is just a graphic question, I don’t exist in these pictures, they are dry like a forced smile. Then I need to take a new look at myself, I listen to my doubts. The introspection always balances the Sun and the Moon powers. Water and Art reflect my light, my image, my vision of the world, Both can nourrish, carry, transform, dillute, extinguish the fire in me, Both are the fuel of my life, an open door of my narcissistic realm. Those droplets in my mind are my most treasured possessions.

23rd
February

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The Afterglow is Brightening up my carefree Childhood. Another Day is Ending, Faithfully, with a Gleam for Hope. I‘ve jumped for Joy, my Kite closely Linked to my Mind. This Nightfall is just Outstanding, Painless, Quiet, Restful… I wish Stop the Time, whereas the Ultimate ray is Vanishing. No Word Xists to capture it before…Yawning… and Z zzzz…

5th
February

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I am not shy but I can’t stay in one place any longer. Often, you don’t notice I am already on your shoulder, But when I leave you, you may feel a bit heavyhearted. My feathers are sweet and soothing like a fresh water, You can collect them, as a photo or words in your dairy, However you will never capture me in a tissue or a flask. A lot of people don’t believe I exist, they get over this. Some of them think I am made of gold or colorful drugs, Others can run away or attack me when I am approaching. Many are those who are looking for a moment with me, But they easily head for a wrong way, even if I call back. I saw a lot of persons endangering their live to find me, Several of them called me Death, War, Power or God. Mostly time, if you catch me, you want more so I vanish.Like for candy, the expectation is a hard moment to live, Once consumed, the sweet things end tasteless, useless.The best moment was the desire, a journey for the hope.
I exist when you pursue me, I disappear when you get me.

27th
January

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If the Tree of Humanity falls, in the Forest of the Universe, and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound ? Time : 18 hours Software : Photoshop CS2 Tool : Wacom Intuos 4M

1st
January

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L’Accoeurdéon
According to my jealousy, LIFE IS UNFAIR ! I hate the SMILE on their BEAUTIFUL faces, Their PERFECT fragance is polluting my air, Their glorious LOVE is suffusing my space. I want to destroy MAGNIFICIENT things, MOULDERING their abhorrent PINK wings, reducing to ASHES their sickening shadows… trying to erase my IMMEASURABLE sorrow. I hate when my heart is like an ” accoeurdeon “. They don’t deserve to be happy. And I don’t deserve to be ME. Time : 28 Hours Software : Photoshop CS2 Tool : Wacom Intuos 4M

29th
December

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Tutorial 17 A turtle walkthrough by `AquaSixio

15th
December

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Defy the sky ! Strive to live ! Brave this wave ! Dare to draw you way… Time : 18 Hours Software : Photoshop CS2 Tool : Wacom Intuos 4M Work in progress: :thumb339449191: In the same serie : :thumb298883330: :thumb308345497: :thumb313551751: :thumb339663374:

25th
November

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It’s easy to be wrong, don’t judge by appearances. You don’t really know me, there is a tree in my heart. Sheltered behind its leaves, you can find shy notes, And if you gather them, you can hear me breathing. French : C’est si facile de se tromper, ne jugez pas sur l’apparence. Vous ne me connaissez pas vraiment, il y a un arbre dans mon coeur. Et, abritées derrière ses feuilles, il y a des petites notes de musiques, Si vous prennez le temps de les rassembler, vous m’entendrez respirer. Time : 30 Hours Software : Photoshop CS2 Tool : Wacom Intuos 4M

10th
November

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Each second that passes is a tear that I erase,Each minute that crawls by is a stream that I conceal, Each hour that drags on is a river that I obscure, Because each time I dream, it’s a misery that I drain. French : Chaque seconde qui chemine est une larme que j’efface, Chaque minute qui se traîne est une rivière que je cache, Chaque heure qui paresse est un fleuve que j’éclipse, Car chaque fois que je rêve, c’est une peine que j’assèche. Time : 30 Hours Software : Photoshop CS2 Tool : Wacom Intuos 4M