Cyril Rolando

5th
September

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Coeurs Fondants
The fondant recipe… a wedding.To reconcile warmness and snow,Don’t make light of the reading,Too cold or too warm room,will spoil and hurt the dough,Subtle balance, fragile bloom.As the slight flame of candles,that the wind threatens to blowBe careful with your keenness.As well, the heart of a woman,Confined within waxed ice floe,is a snowflake in the hand of a man.Work in progress :http://aquasixio.deviantart.com/art/WIP-Candle-251886558
2011Time : 20 hoursSoftware : Photoshop CS2Tool : Wacom Tablet

28th
March

509 notes

Fashion Victim
Je suis un ange et je t’emmerde,Oh!In french I look more sagacious,Hey!I get fame when I’m capricious,Oh!My lovely words are suspicious,Hey!My new haircut still malicious !Oh!If you love me, it’s judicious,Hey!Because money is delicious,Oh!Blood and sex are pernicious,Hey!But in my video, it’s propitious,Oh!An invitation to be seditious !Follow me, little buyers!And love me. Time : 23 hoursSoftware : Photoshop CS2Tool : Wacom TabletWork in progress here : 2011

22nd
October

25 notes

Hold me
Hier a soufflé le vent d’hier
2011
Time : 20 hoursSoftware : Photoshop CS2Tool: Wacom graphire tablet

3rd
September

83 notes

It will come off with soap
Armless spectator, I never wanted to take a stand,History outlines require tools to stretch my mind :Finally politically correct, unfortunately not blind.Loin de la violence mais au plus près des images,La guerre déclare sa flamme et au 20 heures sa rage, Des corps à terre décorent la terre des reportages.Inevitably, watching the TV news is a daily grind,It makes no sense, I thank you for being so kind, I’ve got something in my eye since you are in a bind.Dans le miroir d’un ciel de cendre s’égarent les messages,Et déjà, sur mon écran, pointe un lourd fusil sans visage :Chaque éclat de bulle renvoie la balle dans l’autre cage.That’s why, j’éteins.Time : 22 hoursSoftware : Photoshop CS 2Tool : Wacom graphire 3Work in progress :
2010References : [link] [link]

14th
February

266 notes

Cheese Players
They put pawns on the market,Nothing seems to checkmate,We dance on a cheese board.A new year party has begun,We see the same chicken run,Still sentenced to be ignored.It’s the best part of the meal, “Say cheese” to the new deal,This is a game you can’t afford.They control us like pieces,At the rate of the increases,It’s played on a chessboard. Work in progress : Time : 25 hoursSoftware : Photoshop CS 2Tool: Wacom graphire 3 tablet

5th
February

56 notes

Aquapsychio
Things that nourish,Both body and soul,Fill with a flourish,A big goldfish bowl. Work in progress : http://aquasixio.deviantart.com/art/WIP-Aquapsychio-151731602?q=&qo=
2010Time : 12 hoursSoftware : Photoshop cs2Tool : Wacom Graphire tablet

1st
November

279 notes

Blowing bubbleslowing bubblesToo much water,But you can’t stop the flow,Getting absorbed in your work. Too many desires,But you can’t stop the walk,Flooded by the law and order.Sometimes, you feel like a goldfish,Blowing bubbles in a tiny bowl,But you can’t stop. Dream on.Work in progress :
2009
Time : 18 hoursSoftware : Photoshop CS 2Tool : Wacom tablet Graphire 3

18th
January

60 notes

Anno 2009
Human Rights, Human Duties.WIP: [link]
2009
Time : 18 hoursSoftware : Photoshop CS2Tool : Wacom graphire tablet

7th
September

30 notes

I don’t come from an ocean
First drawing : [link] I don’t come from a city 1/6Second drawing : [link] I don’t come from a jungle 2/6The third part : Marlon’s tree serie : 3/6The dark cat belonged to an old fisherman,who is dead today, but the cat can’t forget…” How the life on the ocean was an ideal.Fish at will, with a wind patting your body,in the silence of a wave, you fell asleepand you woke up to trample down a new land.Your small craft swings and dances, on the ocean’s outbursts of temper.You have a ringside seat for the meetingwhe the sun relieves the moon once again,Kissing by the sun to open your eyes,hugging by the moonlight to be tucked in.”But Marlon knew the cat was wrong about the ocean.Life on a boat is a life without anchoring, Everything leaves to drift, confused by windsA tree needs water, but is useless without earth.” Thank you, sincerely, but I don’t come from an ocean… ““A goat might know where you could be comfortable -Follow me.”Time: 24 hoursSoftware: Photoshop cs2Character: Marlon LostRootPrint : available

22nd
December

81 notes

I don’t come from a city
Introduction to the Marlon’s story :Marlon lived in a orphanage, right from the start.On his seventh birthday, he felt a big hole inside,impossible to fill, even with all the chocolate of Earth.The children’s house was situated near of a zoo,and it was the sole place for the rest of his soul.His quest of his origins stopped front of the cagesof these animals deprived of freedom and familly,uprooted from their home, for the human’s pleasures.But, he was lucky, the orphanage-cage was bigger,and none was throwing peanuts on him on the street.Day after day, he got on well with some animals,because he thought sharing the same difficulties.And the animals began to share the same desire,a return to the origins, because they knew that..” …A tree without root is a tree which is dying. “The animals swore to find a way to help Marlon.A mouse who knew every secret ways of the zoo,asked to the animals who were brave volonteers,not only to flee the prison, but also to come with Marlonaccepting to follow the group until the end of this story. Each animal has to introduce his own country to Marlon,and undertake to discover the countries of the other.Only six animals agreed to follow the mouse,a young elephant following a strong black cat,a shy grey goatz and three little noisy birds,pledging fidelity to the child and his dream,to find roots and a land to the Marlon’s tree.The first part : Marlon’s tree serie : 1/6The first place visited was the mouse’s home :” A cheese without limit, made of concret and lights.You can find a billion of holes to hide you or feed you,and, at the heart of this whole cheese, the Sewer,a paradise on Earth where everything is allowed.If you are bored about the noise or the underground,Touch the sky, the buildings are your springboard ! “But Marlon knew the mouse was wrong about the city.His nose was attacked by the cold and the pollution.He was deadened by the cars, blinded by the light reflects.Moreover he thought he was too big for the mouse’s holes !” Sorry.Thank you, but… I think, I don’t come from a city… “The elephant says, ” Don’t be sorry, follow me… “Software : Photoshop CS 2Tool : Wacomp tablet graphicTime : 28 hoursCharacter : Marlon LostRoots and the animals

10th
October

70 notes

The cartographer
I am a cartographer drawing maps for fun.My job it’s to reproduce a part of the reality.I can’t redraw the world but I build paths to follow,I constellate the paper of arrows, colors and symbols,to mark the land’s frontiers or the stars of the sky,pointing the limits of a world without borders.When I show my map, people have a strange reaction,They look at the map and it turns into a mirror !They tell me a story… their stories.. their childhood…They say I build the world exactly like their world,Adding that I have the power to create dreams with my work.It’s really funny because for me, it’s just a map, my vision of the world.Time: 25 hoursSoftware: photoshop 7Tool: Wacom tablet graphir 3Charaters: sixio

5th
September

20 notes

Burning Endlessly
There is a smell of burning in your life,and now, every memory of him is a second in hell…Then, your heart is ready to burst, consumed by a vibrant fire…and you are trying to forget, burning all the pictures and poems down…” Olivia…, Love is a crime, Love is a persecution,Look inside, once again a boy stole your heart. “The heavyhearted serie : [link]Work in progress : [link]Time: Hum, 2 months ! ( 30 hours )Software: Photoshop 7Tool: Wacom graphire 3

24th
June

219 notes

No one knows stars are dying
Everything comes to an end.When they get tired of the sky,shooting stars fall on earth,by a silent rain on the meadow,unaware that here, life is annoying too, oblivious of the luck to be admired by all, in the sky.The whole day, cooped up in the tipi,forbidden to do anything because I’m too young,I can’t be of any use for the tribe.Dreaming, I escape from my insignificant life,And, oddly, the morning after, I am covered by dust and stars.But no one knows my precious discoveries.No one notices my worth and my pain.No one knows stars are dying.Stars fall, humans rise, and me I can only seek after…a reason to smile, a motive to run, a way to choose… looking for a place in a world.. on earth or in the sky.This is the somnambulant’s instinct, fleeing the real world,being in the limits, sleepwalking between dream and reality,rising the night then falling the next day, counting the fallen star, counting down the hours of insomnia.2007
Time : 7 heuresSoftware : Photoshop 7Character : Zoe

28th
March

136 notes

Castaway in starDust City
2007
Work in progress :
http://aquasixio.deviantart.com/gallery/?catpath=scraps#/d1ykq9v
Time: 43 hoursSoftware: Photoshop 7Tool: Wacom Tablet graphire 3

5th
December

19 notes

Cold christmas day
Christmas presents dont substitute for a familly.Even if she lives in this big and warn house,Even if she get a lot of presents,Everything is cold today.
2006
Time: 24 hoursSoftware: Photoshop 7Tool: Mouse