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Artist: Jon Snow
Size: 300×440
Medium: Pencil & Marker on paper
"It was meant to be just another Nudenight until the aliens invaded. Mechanical machines emerged from the ground vaporizing the populace of Marrickville. No one knew if they were really 'alien' or AI controlled space craft sent by trillionaire Musk to cull the poor.
It was nearing 7pm and Nudenight host Paul Wallace was frantically setting up the night's life drawing session. As the sound of destruction echoed outside, the local inhabitants of Nude Night were eagerly awaiting the first pose of the night. Paul had everything under control; dumplings cooking, music queued up, the only missing ingredient for an unforgettable night of drawing was the model.
Suddenly there was a giant explosion and the walls of Nudenight came crumpling down. Luckily no one was hurt but the fallen walls revealed all of Marrickville ablaze as the aliens towered closer. It was now clear to Paul that tonight's life drawing model was going to be a no show.
The Nudenight inhabitants grew restless. Paul doing what he does best; making a shit situation (arguably) slightly less shit, announced to everybody that he would be tonight's model. A collective groan echoed around what was remaining of Nudenight.
As an atomic bomb fell from the sky, Paul ripped opened his shirt, put on some sunnies and grabbed a beer. He stood on the stage and positioned himself for the first and only pose of the night. As the atomic bomb went off, Paul grinned. Although everyone's demise was a few seconds away, tonight was Nudenight, and tonight was going to be a great night."
Artist: Jon Snow
Size: 300×440
Medium: Pencil & Marker on paper
"It was meant to be just another Nudenight until the aliens invaded. Mechanical machines emerged from the ground vaporizing the populace of Marrickville. No one knew if they were really 'alien' or AI controlled space craft sent by trillionaire Musk to cull the poor.
It was nearing 7pm and Nudenight host Paul Wallace was frantically setting up the night's life drawing session. As the sound of destruction echoed outside, the local inhabitants of Nude Night were eagerly awaiting the first pose of the night. Paul had everything under control; dumplings cooking, music queued up, the only missing ingredient for an unforgettable night of drawing was the model.
Suddenly there was a giant explosion and the walls of Nudenight came crumpling down. Luckily no one was hurt but the fallen walls revealed all of Marrickville ablaze as the aliens towered closer. It was now clear to Paul that tonight's life drawing model was going to be a no show.
The Nudenight inhabitants grew restless. Paul doing what he does best; making a shit situation (arguably) slightly less shit, announced to everybody that he would be tonight's model. A collective groan echoed around what was remaining of Nudenight.
As an atomic bomb fell from the sky, Paul ripped opened his shirt, put on some sunnies and grabbed a beer. He stood on the stage and positioned himself for the first and only pose of the night. As the atomic bomb went off, Paul grinned. Although everyone's demise was a few seconds away, tonight was Nudenight, and tonight was going to be a great night."