a linocut poster I made as an Ex-filmis of the music video MA YDOUM HAL for the band TREE9
It’s a limited handprinted edition of 40 for each engraving.
If you’re interested, they are for sale, send me a MP :
- 1 colour (deep blue) on yellow/gold paper /// 325x500 mm /// 35€
- 2 colours (green and orange-pink) on cream paper /// 350x500 mm /// 45€
PPC (Police Pistol Combat also known as Precision Pistol Competition in some parts of the world) was one of the few options if you wanted to compete before IPSC was founded in the mid 70s, the only option if you were looking for any real world based practice, since it involved firing from different stances and even behind obstacles. It is considered the origin of practical shooting.
This is an exaple of the kind of gun you wold see in a PPC match.
Danny was downright exhausted. No sleep for the past 2 nights, ghosts left and right, and he was going to be late to class...again. He flew to school as quickly as he could. Skulker could sit in the thermos all day for making Danny late again.
It hadn’t been a particularly easy fight, of course. Danny was sure he would be developing bruises in the near future, but the few cuts and scrapes he did have were manageable. He was just too tired to care about anything anymore. He couldn’t even think straight anymore. Did he have homework due? Was there a test today?
Mr. Lancer would have his head for being late again. Danny was pretty sure he would be in detention for the rest of his high school career. Sam and Tucker could only cover for him for so long, he was actually kind of surprised their excuses lasted as long as they had - well into their junior year.
Danny let out a long yawn, not that it helped make him feel less tired or anything. He sighed, preparing himself for Mr. Lancer’s wrath. Danny didn’t look at anyone as he walked to his assigned seat. He just kept his head down and muttered “sorry I’m late again” to Lancer. Danny just wanted to copy Sam or Tucker’s notes later so he could doze off in class again. Lancer’s voice always made him sleepier yet. Where was Mr. Lancer’s voice, anyway? It was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
Danny looked up to see the whole class, plus Lancer, staring at him, dumbfounded. “What?” He looked to his two best friends for help. His fight with Skulker couldn’t have been bad enough that people would notice anything, right?
“Dude...” Tucker started.
Sam cleared her throat, “you’re Phantom.”
Danny’s eyes widened as he quickly changed back to his human form, looking at his friends again. “Do you think anyone noticed?”
Here’s my @phandomphightclub entry for round 2! I’m surprised I even made it this far. Shoutout to my last opponent, @what-is-love-babey-dont-hurt-me. It was a super close match and a fun battle! It was an honor phighting with you!
Siento tu voz, te escucho, vibración que navega con las olas del mar que compartimos allí, donde naufrago, en el peligro sumergido de esta tormenta de palabras que me inspira el silencio de tu arte.
I feel your voice, I hear you, vibration that sails with the waves of the sea that we share there, where shipwrecked, in the submerged danger of this storm of words that inspires me the silence of your art.