Yello morning
The other day, when we had this exceptionally wonderful evening sky over Copenhagen, I called my oldest ( 5 ) up to my study ( in the attic ) two give her a better view,
anticipating that she would find it just as beautiful as I did.
Her reaction was a bit unexpected:
– It’s just because of the pollution, she proclaimed, – it’s not beautiful, it’s toxic!
– Who told you that?, I wanted to know.
– Everyone knows that!
End of conversation.
Was she right? Is this only a bi-product of humans extensive burning of liquified trees and prehistoric animals?
Haven't multicoloured skies been depicted since the beginning of time?
Well… toxic or not, I still think it's beautiful, and it inspired me to create this:
But maybe it was a faint stroke of remorseful conscience that inspired me to create a windmill?
"Save the planet – plant a windmill!"
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The city is growing.
...and changing.
New buildings are popping up, new immigrants are constantly arriving, and the population is rapidly growing.
And of course there are critical voices, belonging to concerned citizens worrying about the uncontrolled immigration.
Mr. Pong is not worried.
"Look at America," he thinks, "they are all immigrants... even Madonna!"
Here are some renderings I did some time ago:
The new stadium:
The side entrance to the stadium, and the square with the glass fountain.
The glass fountain at night.
The new Global Invest Company
The Moonwalk Park Street, with the Global Invest Company on the right.
The moneymen are trying to gain control of the city.
This is the Harryville Walk – the new fashion street.
And this is Harry – one of the "important" newcomers in Pong City.
Harry is a moneyman – but he is more than that.
Harry will be properly introduced in the next chapter.
Cec
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