This is a Daffy Duck heavy Ball Lift I did recently.. it's not that great.

Lovely Stranger [might change title later on]

This is a spoken word piece i wrote in my backyard. It's not personal, but i just felt like posting it. Be inspired! or touched...yee

By: Andre Allen
(c) copyright 2009


I approached her,
with this child that she had,
I could see it in her face, she couldn't smile but she was glad
this place- this place that she could never get used to had changed

circumstances, fake romances to blame
left aborted by the pick-up-line trains, she used to
pick up lines of strain on her forehead,
every night,
under the covers, depressed before bed--
wonderin'...

about life,
and hope, and such
how deep does true love grow, and if it hurts as much
in another world, in another life is where she'd lived.

Comin' to the present now, I can see the way she gives
with determined eyes that are nurturing as she is...
she cares.

she cares for the children that are lost in a sorrow;
she cares for the mothers that are worryin' 'bout tomorrow;
she cares for the fathers in denial;
she cares for the daughters living wild with their sons in skies;
you see she cares for the people that are goin' through her struggle;
she cares because she loves, even if the love wont too.

And if it wasn't for her I wouldn't be here, but now i see clear,
so i write this message to show her,
that i'm a better man.

And I looked her in the eyes when i approached her,
with a child she had, they had a story to tell, and so i told her...

she reminded me of someone.

START OF SEMESTER TWO!!

This is some artwork I did over the First Semester break... well, the good stuff anyway.

<<- (got better at this, but could use line quality)





(did two hundred of these little guys, i was lazy tho)

BREAK IS OVER!!

Some old Storyboard. Nothing New, but felt like posting something...

It is not Due Season

copyright 2007
Andre Allen


It is not Due Season

For everything that has been toiled, lays only to waste,
But it is not Due Season:

With season a purpose is given; one that we cannot see
But only exposed in the ripeness of time,
For only time knows the beauty of its wait.
Everything fruitful shall be nurtured with care,
And in the process our sorrows are reaped with gladness;
For, toils succumb to the amount of the creator’s purpose,
And to doubt growth is natural for those who do not see beyond time’s shell-
But it is not Due Season:

And so thus, growth must accrue beyond our vision of beauty;
For true beauty is recognized in our hatched labors,
And, not in the shell of its birth
For who can see beyond a shell, than the one within?
Therefore doubt not- it is not Due Season:

For in the time, there is only one who knows what we wait for,
And the promise we wait shall be given;
Lo, we may harvest when all has been nurtured,
For what taste is there without ripeness, but bitter?
And what beauty is in a shell, except it has hatched?
For everything that has been toiled, lays not to waste,
But we cannot see;
Except we yearn, and hope and wait-
Until it is Due Season

YAY ANIMATION!!

One of the first projects we did...