What if Weekends: 52 Weeks Project 43/52 What if… your paranoia is real? What if you’re not paranoid? What if you are… what if your paranoia is getting worse? What if you only had 72 hours to live… what if your 72 hours were up? What if you didn’t even
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What if Weekends: 52 Weeks Project 42/52 Sometimes we go after our dreams rather hesitantly as though it’s an impossible feat… but what if you could see it right in front of you, what if you could almost touch it, would that be enough to push you towards what you
Read more →What if Weekends: 52 Weeks Project 41/52 This Illusion is inspired by the AMC TV show Mad Men and I was going to call it “What if… you were a Mad Man?” but I’m not sure I would have been able to handle all the comments! Be nice now… 😉
Read more →What if Weekends: 52 Weeks Project 40/52 A couple of quotes came to mind while I was working on this illusion, one being “I’ve bitten off more than I can chew!” This one wasn’t as easy to do as I was expecting. The other was, “It is a riddle wrapped
Read more →What if Weekends: 52 Weeks Project 39/52 Here it is my first four part What if Weekend Photo Illusion… I think we’ve all been there in one way or another… rounding up friends for a game of baseball, street hockey or maybe just a get together of friends. Maybe you’ve
Read more →What if Weekends: 52 Weeks Project 38/52 No really! I mean… STUCK! In London! For Christmas! For EVER! You go to London to visit for Christmas, and you see some silly kid waving around a Harry Potter wand. You laugh at him, because, come on… Harry Potter? That’s so last
Read more →What if Weekends: 52 Weeks Project 37/52 What if December 21st, 2012 wasn’t the end of the world, but the beginning of the return of the Mayans? The Mayan civilization was technologically ahead of it’s time, being the only civilization that knew the Earth was round at a time when
Read more →What if Weekends: 52 Weeks Project 36/52 – What if the dreams, were not just dreams… what if the painting that came to you, that seemed to paint itself was a prophecy, forecasting your own journey to the Dark Tower. What if you were in fact the last Gunslinger… as nations fall, cities vanish and the very fabric of time cracks… who would be by your side as the sun sets in the east, and who would stand in your way on this long perilous quest to find the Dark Tower, the nexus of all universes?
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