Which OC suffers from a childhood trauma
So now the inevitable question is, how would the HH boys react to demon!Rire? Conversely, human!Rire in the demonhunterverse?
Wondering what fresh hell they’re suddenly in.
Wondering what fresh hell he’s suddenly in.
I asked Puke: They’re 4x6, postcard sized :D
[ @electricpuke handles all that stuff. I hate selling things, printing things, and mailing things but Puke actually finds it fun X’D ]
I could write a novel to describe the past two years, but I won't.
I will say that where I thought I could compartmentalise, and box things up neatly, and start over without so much as a backwards glance, I was wrong.
I've had access to this blog having set it to private, and would visit now and again rereading the life stories I shared, and remembering the unwritten life stories going on in the background.
I changed my names. I changed my life. My existence today could not be further removed from where it was the last time I posted here, and yet with all those changes and all the attempts to close off the past it seems I took me with me.
I've tried writing in that time but stumbled again and again. I wondered if the words had left me, or if it was the knowledge that there are people who stalk my public social media with less than honourable intent that made me feel like silence was the only option.
Either way, here we are. I'm not interested in being silenced, so let's see if the words come back with some practice huh?
I'm republishing the last three posts I shared here for the sake of some context, or perhaps just for the sake of my own vanity. The rest will remain private because whilst I am doing the emotional work I need to right now, it is my work to do and I guess I want to see this as a way forward rather than a rearview mirror.
I'm also republishing the recipes I shared here because I've been asked about Monkey Balls and the BEST BROWNIES EVAH enough times since unpublishing to think there may be some value to some people if I do that. Related: in the Monkey Balls recipe I mention my 8 year old son. THAT KID IS 13 NOW. And the years go rolling on.
I wonder what will happen next?
While I’ve made art all my life I spent much of my adulthood believing I had ‘nothing to say,’ under the assumption that to 'be an artist’ one had to 'say something special’ or 'be something special’.
I felt I had no story to tell, that my mundane middle class existence, thoughts and experiences were somehow not worthy of sharing.
This belief survived studying art history where many of the artists studied simply shared their lived experience regardless of worthiness. Looking back I think it was a lack of confidence in myself that kept me from committing to making my art regardless.
Now that I am way past the age at which it is easy to get arts funding for 'new artists’ (seems like only those under 30 are counted as emerging artists and so get a leg up via gov’t or arts body funding) I find myself creating art in the same visual language I always utilised. So I am looking for alternative ways to get my art in front of those who will be interested in seeing it.
Vincent Van Gogh has always been my favourite painter. I’ve been in love with his work ever since I did a project about him in high school where we had to copy a famous artist’s painting. I remember I painted Noon: Rest From Work. I’m not sure why I picked Van Gogh, but I guess like millions of others, I was immediately drawn to his emotive, painful and vibrant works. Last year, It was so great getting to see Starry Night in person at MoMa New York – it was easily the most popular painting there, with rows of people eager to get a glimpse. You can read my full write up of Vinnie’s life in my previous adaptation.
This excerpt was taken from one of his many letters to his brother Theo. The longer excerpt is even more profound:
I tell you, if one wants to be active, one must not be afraid of going wrong, one must not be afraid of making mistakes now and then. Many people think that they will become good just by doing no harm – but that’s a lie, and you yourself used to call it that. That way lies stagnation, mediocrity.
Just slap anything on when you see a blank canvas staring you in the face like some imbecile. You don’t know how paralyzing that is, that stare of a blank canvas is, which says to the painter, You can’t do a thing. The canvas has an idiotic stare and mesmerises some painters so much that they turn into idiots themselves. Many painters are afraid in front of the blankcanvas, but the blank canvas is afraid of the real, passionate painter who dares and who has broken the spell of “you can’t” once and for all.
Life itself, too, is forever turning an infinitely vacant, dispiriting blank side towards man on which nothing appears, any more than it does on a blank canvas. But no matter how vacant and vain, how dead life may appear to be, the man of faith, of energy, of warmth, who knows something, will not be put off so easily.
His words about the blank canvas is so true. Whenever I finish a comic and am faced with a blank page with no new ideas, I do feel paralysed. After my last comic, which was very long and detailed, my creativity well was sapped dry. I was moping about the house feeling totally uninspired and aimlessly trying to find a new quote online. For some reason I decided to look at Van Gogh’s letters, even though I’ve already adapted one of his quotes. And when I read this quote, it felt like it was meant to be. The idea of how to adapt it came to me in a flash and I was off and running. Not only that, but I had so much fun with this, I think I’m going to make it a regular series. What do you think? Would you like to see more adventures of Lil’ Vincent? I think he’d make a great recurring character.
Everyone else wanted to watch a movie but Noah did not. Noah wanted to whine, and complain, and stand in front of the TV, and make it rather difficult for his siblings to watch anything.
So I grabbed some markers and the packet of craft sticks I’d bought earlier, dumped in the middle of the coffee table, and we started making craft stick people.
This is such a simple, low mess, activity that works for all age groups, and it certainly worked to keep Noah happy while the big kids watched their movie.
All you really need to make your own craft stick people are craft sticks, and markers. That’s it.
We used big fat craft sticks (more like tongue depressors) that I happened to see at the dollar store earlier in the day, but you could use whatever kind you have. We also used a black, fine line, permanent marker for some of the finer features, and we covered our table with a big piece of paper that would later become part of the creativity.
To begin with it, it was just Noah and I. We made our own little craft stick people family, complete with a few weird family members!
Then Noah decided our family needed somewhere to live, so he used the paper that was covering the table to make them a house.
We left the craft stick people out on the coffee table that night and in the morning I woke up to find all four kids had been busy adding to our family.
What started out as a way to distract my grumpy child on a cold and wet Friday afternoon, ended up as an ongoing creative project that all the kids enjoyed all weekend long!
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