For this project I choose the flower like tile for the pattern and the desert for texture. During the time I worked a lot on trying to get the line and type more for the desert since it was my struggle compared to the pattern.

Flower tile pattern description

For this piece I imagine it being a relaxed piece. It gives a home like feeling as if you can come home tired from work or school and relax happy to take of your shoes and laying on your bed or sofa. The feeling would be like ceramic cool against your feet. I can imagine music being a home like theme with soothing sound of people or a pet in quiet place or low music that isn’t loud. The shape is I saw was flowers and circle and diamonds. There is a contrast from the petals like shape being that it was darker than the rest.

The story I came up with is this: 

Hello, I am called Petals, you know like a flower! Nice isn’t it? I live in a nice house with owners that don’t like the mess of a carpet. Words can’t describe how much I enjoy my life here. I can wait their tv and their games. I watch over them and their pet when they are here. I love the smell of food even though I don’t have a nose. The only thing is I wish they would often clean me. Do they not know how relaxing and how nice it feels to be cleaned up? 

Desert texture

This image is of a desert texture. It is smooth almost like you can slide down. There are curves and waves in the texture picture. There are heavy contrast from different tones from dark to like. The feel I can get is inspirations for writing since deserts make me think of tales in the desert of places on oasis to buried temples in sands. There is a fantasy feel to it that helps with the inspiration.Then to lost civilization and of battles in the deserts. The music would be epic with sounds of sitars. 

This is the story I came up with:

There was a kingdom that use to live on this land. All buried in sand now and forgotten by everyone. Silent to all we await for it rebirth. The sand protect our fallen kingdom. We battled on and on as our land resources wither away. We use to fly in the sky and now what remain of my people lives in the sand. We survive the storms by becoming one with the sand. We create mirages to protect ourselves when in danger. We dance on the sand sliding for fun. At night we watch the sand and waiting for the sun to rise again. We repeat to hide that lonely feeling of silence.