Mixed Media - Cartoon like illustrations

Childish Tendecies

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The Church of Today

 A comic strip……that tries to deal with the challenges and issues that the church of today deals with. It does this by using funny and quirky messages.

http://issuu.com/morrelhasideas/docs/the_church_of_today

Polokwane Buildings and Churches….

In my dreams

illustration: Morrelhasideas Milkshakes

Daydream delusion, limousine eyelash 

Oh baby with your pretty face 

Drop a tear in my wineglass 

Look at those big eyes 

See what you mean to me 

Sweet-cakes and milkshakes 

I'm a delusion angel 

 I'm a fantasy parade 

 I want you to know what I think 

 Don't want you to guess anymore 

 You have no idea where I came from 

 We have no idea where we're going 

Lodged in life 

Like branches in a river

Flowing downstream 

Caught in the current 

 I carry you 

You'll carry me 

That's how it could be 

Don't you know me? 

 Don't you know me by now? 

Before Sunset - The Movie (1995)

i love love

A Blues for Nina

 

Say, baby... can I be Your slave?

 I've got to admit girl you're the shit girl... and I'm digging you like a grave.

 Now, do they call you Daughter to the Spinning Pulsar... or maybe Queen of 10,000 moons?

Sister to the Distant yet Rising Star

 Is your name Yemaya?

Oh, hell no. Its got to be Oshun.

Oooh, is that a smile me put on your face, child... wide as a field of jasmine and clover?

Talk that talk, honey. Walk that walk, money

Shit. Who am I? It's not important.

But me they call me brother to the night. And right now...

I'm the blues in your left thigh... trying to become the funk in your right.

Who am I? I'll be whoever you say?

But right now I'm the sight-raped hunter... blindly pursuing you as my prey.

And I just want to give you injections... of sublime erections... and get you to dance to my rhythm... make you dream archetypes... of black angels in flight... upon wings of distorted, contorted... metaphoric jizm.

Come on slim. Fuck your man. I ain't worried about him. It's you who I want to step to my scene. 'cause rather the deal with the fallacy... of this dry-ass reality... I'd rather dance and romance your sweet ass in a wet dream.

Who am I?

Well, they call me Brother to the night. And right now I'm the blues in your left thigh... trying to become the funk in your right. Is that all right? 

Love Jones – The Movie (1997)