brian eccl park

even good men need a little grace.


Done over forever with a gazillion references. Thanks to everyone who encouraged me while I was tearing my hair out at the roots over this - you guys are the best!

I spent a long time making peace with DoC, and I’ve now come to enjoy most of it despite all its inadequacies. But the one thing I can’t forgive it for was the shooting scene, which made complete one-dimensional morons of all my favourite characters.

I was much fonder of the OGC, where the faceless, blocky figures conveyed a sutler, more expressive scene than all the pretty animation put into DoC.

So I truly, truly hope you guys enjoy my re-interpretation here, in which I drew from both OGC and DoC, in order to make it adhere as close to canon as possible. Please share any thoughts you have, I would really appreciate it.

I’ve been meaning to do this for a number of years. Feels real good to have it off my chest at last. :)

(And, if you’re interested - here is the sort-of prequel and the sort-of sequel.)

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The axe forgets; the tree remembers.

African proverb

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there are voices in my room
they are 86400
“it is a waste”


Exploring old mines around Lake Pend Oreille


Exploring old mines around Lake Pend Oreille


Recycled Newspaper Installation

Who says art can’t be eco-friendly? Recycled Shadow is a installation by Spanish architectural collective Meva. First, they folded hundreds of old newspaper pages into windmills. Next, the windmills were hung up on nylon mesh to create suspended sculptures. This simple act provided shade to anyone who happened to pass by.

The project itself was undertaken after the London Municipal center found that 100 extra tons of paper waste are created by newspapers.

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When I was in college I’d go out a lot, but I wasn’t the guy that was the centre of everyone’s attention, I was usually standing awkwardly in the corner. But just because you’re standing in the corner doesn’t mean you don’t love to dance. That’s what this song is about I guess, dance like no one’s watching.

James Vincent McMorrow

in retrospect

in retrospect

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Tekkonkinkreet (2006)

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Does the cosmos contain keys for opening up my diving bell? A subway line with no terminus? A currency strong enough to buy my freedom back? We must keep looking. I’ll be off now.

Jean-Dominique Bauby, The Diving Bell and the Butterfly

Mithra-Grandchamp is the women we were unable to love, the chances we failed to seize, the moments of happiness we allowed to drift away.

Jean-Dominique Bauby, The Diving Bell and the Butterfly

The city, that monster with a hundred mouths and a thousand ears, a monster that knows nothing but says everything, has written me off.

Jean-Dominique Bauby, The Diving Bell and the Butterfly