MicahVanZandt

244 Watchers276 Deviations

38.4K

Pageviews

Gallery

All

276 deviations

Featured

176 deviations

Platform concepts and illustrations

20 deviations

Godetevi lo Spettacolo

43 deviations

Character Design

17 deviations

Landscape Environment Design

8 deviations

Fanart

17 deviations

Lucene Fakemon

43 deviations

Myself

5 deviations

Drafts and Sketches.

34 deviations

"Spill Like Wine"

1 deviation

"Godetevi lo Spettacolo" Volume One

6 deviations

Scraps

4 deviations

An album... set to music. This is the story of Tessa and Isabelle. Godetevi lo Spettacolo (Volume One) "Only a Sister's Question" It is in three parts and all but two songs are sang from the point of veiw of the two girls. Part one and three begin with Narations of what is happening to their relationship, utilizing 'flowers' growing as a motif. I will link any drawings and paintings I have to their corresponding song/scene so you may be able to get a visual idea of what goes on. If you haven't already. =] ********************** Song list. -Part One- 1. Stems 2. Claustrophobia 3. Far From You (The Change) -Part Two- 4. Sorella di Ira 5. Ribbons From Your Cheeks 6. This Girl's Eyes 7. Where I Wander 8. SteelToed -Part Three- 9. Flowers From the Cellar Floor 10. I am Right, She Has Left. 11. Reunion Waltz 12. My Sister. My Saint (Please Have my Back)

This Girl's Eyes by MicahVanZandt, literature

Sorella Di Ira by MicahVanZandt, literature

Literature

Sorella Di Ira

Sorella di Ira... Sorella di Ira... Amore che arde. Nei suoi occhi vuoti Sorella di Ira... Ragazza del Selvaggio... Sorella di Ira... Ragazza del selvaggio Mangiare le bugie. Sempre cos ignare. Sorella di Ira. Sorella di Ira. Sorella del selvatici. Sorella di Ira. Sorella di Ira. Sorella del selvatici. Ora ha abbandonato la su amica unica... (Mi sono perso!) Su bisognosa guida. Su bisognosa amore. Salvo... Lei calci. E gira i soui timori verso le ceneri. Si morde... E si scopre le gengive al bianco. Lei lacrime... Ma le rotture non mostrano mai. Lei urla... Ma brcia il suo cuore assente. Sorella di Ira.

Far From You 'The Change' by MicahVanZandt, literature

Literature

Far From You 'The Change'

The Change. What's my answer? My sister... My wretch... Twisted... Deadliest, little, darling Lutessa. I won't. I can not believe. Little sister... It's wrong... Just leave... Dealiest, sickly, damned Lutessa. Aye. Aye. Aye. They are gone. Nay. Nay. Nay. You rotten little knife. Aye. Aye Aye. Mum and dad are lost. Nay. Nay. Nay. In your deadly little game. They won't be brought back. By the man in their rhymes. The rhymes that always used to put us to sleep. Their heaven is far, my heathen... it's far. Their heaven is too far from you, my dear. From you. Aye. Aye. Aye. They are gone. Nay. Nay. Nay. You rotten little kni

Ribbons From Your Cheeks by MicahVanZandt, literature

Literature

Ribbons From Your Cheeks

Me and you. Here we are. We spin together. By the trees. Piles of leaves. In the streets. I'll hold you close and we'll run. Run through the leaves and stomp and dance Until these legs give out. We'll walk togehter, eat together, be together, sleep together. With you I can be close. Close enough to touch. It'll be forever, maybe never, wonder whether, if we'll ever be apart. But now we're close. This I feel. Oh yes. Me and you. Here we lie. Under the clouds. Watching shapes. Pass us by, above our heads. I'll hold you close and twirl the ribbons from your cheeks and eyes Until the ends may fray. We'll walk togehter, ea

Claustrophobia by MicahVanZandt, literature

Literature

Claustrophobia

T: (Come Now) As long as you're not to close, come displace unsettled air. Dear sister who I know the most, I'll let you bleed care over layers of this sickly hair. (Come trust me, dear sister.) (Too close) To draw breath, but I'll wind down. Just come pet my head. Tell me we're not alone now. Softly, as I've said before we must turn t our beds. (Just pleas touch my head) I don't know. Can't see how. This home is gone. By these two small hands... Parents gone. I: I can't see in here. It all seems so small. Just too small in here! I can't seem to see a thing! T: Done too much... Stole Your sight... But here, now, my Izz

Stems by MicahVanZandt, literature

Literature

Stems

All is lost, of these two girls. Taken time. Left in Grains. On this floor. Here, they cope. And try to hope. For tomorrow is a brink. Brink of the jest. He is coming for the Key. A family gone, but they must find their way In finding the stems, to kill the dismay. They must keep. They must keep. And they must grow... Through the wild, they may need to go. They will wander. They must wander. And maybe lose themselves... In that wilderness, they may find their place. The mask is the key, but a foil in the same. The foil -a crown. He bears the name Lethe. They must Keep. They must keep. Some sense of trust... Through the w