“I won’t be able to return so soon.” Once again, those words were spoken. How long has it been since I had seen a glimpse of him. First to leave home every morning, yet he returns home last. I wonder what he thinks of this place. “Guess I won’t be able to talk to him again”, I sighed and return to my room to seek comfort from my inanimate friends.
Supposedly a happy moment, yet I felt that I was alone, more than I could ever have been had I been by myself. "I knew he probably won't be able to make it, but it really breaks my heart to know he did not even try to.. for my award ceremony." That thought ran through my mind as I receive my award with a look of discontentment.
I sleep alone. I always do. "Nobody truly loves me right? I mean, even my own father does not bother about me, why would or should anybody else do so?" The boy tells his toy whilst shedding tears and burying his head in the pillow.
Today, I turn twenty one. I am determined to let my father know how I feel. I want things to change. I want a moment with my dad. "A moment is all ask for, could you spare me one?" I asks with a tint of doubt in my voice. “I don't have time for this, really. I have to finish making this.” Once again, he disappoints me. I am not sure if he wants to be a part of my life anymore. He is a missing figure in my life, always has been.
Days and weeks pass, I ask of him lesser. Months went by, and I no longer felt that urgency to talk to him.
"You weren’t there when I needed you, why are you here now?” That was why I created the time machine. I had to turn back time, I had to write this note: who do you work hard for?
Heartbroken, but he knew deep down, it is true. Those harsh words made him think to himself, “if only I could travel back in time all these wouldn’t have happened.”
Today is his award ceremony. Nothing could be more important than that. I must go!
“Son!"
“Dad! You came? You really came! Am I seeing things?!”
Dad walked over to hold the boy's face. In disbelief and uncontrollably, the little boy began to cry out tears of joy.
"Grandpa, look at my new ball! Isn't it nice?"
"Yes my dear, it sure is. Be sure to play well with it okay?"
He wanted to play a part of his life, to be a part of their life, and so he did.
An introduction into storymaking.
I was tasked to create a series of prints through the use of linocut, with the exception of the 4th frame which was created by carving the image onto a wooden block. I had to create a poster to spread the awareness of a ficticious book release and signing event. In the poster, I used a teddy bear awkwardly wearing a grown up's shirt. This is because I wanted to illustrate the teddy bear as the role of the father, comforting and motivating the child.
The message I was trying to bring across was the importance of spending time with our family.
"Family is an important part of our lives, and though he could time travel with the help of his invention, not everybody can and the only way we can time travel is to take charge of how we want our life to be starting from today."
Done through the use of linoleum sheets and a wooden block. First time I'm carving on a wooden block.
