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Happy pride month, friends. Keep up the good work.
To any young creators or folks starting out on their creative journey, or to anyone struggling; I promise you I PROMISE YOU anything you create is infinitely more better than anything AI says it can do.
Learning is part of the process, being a little frustrated is part of the process, and each thing you make is wonderful because you made it exist! It's in the world because of you! It's uniquely you and no one else can replicate it exactly the way you do it.
I think of how we all exist on this earth for a limited amount of time, but the things we make will be left behind and it will touch the lives of people we'll never meet.
My partner's parents went to Italy one year and talked about how there were preserved sketches and unfinished sculptures done by Michelangelo. And I was losing my mind because yeah there's the amazing Sistine Chapel ceiling and the statue of David but his works in progress also exist! To see his process! To imagine that he also felt frustration? joy! to know he made so many WIPS before he eventually made the works hes widely known for.
I keep thinking did he have days when he thought those were crap? Which ones made him realize what he wanted to do in the final pieces. And to me the disconnect between myself and some super famous long gone artist I've never met drops for a bit and I yell THATS A PERSON WHO LIVED! THEY DID CREATIVE THINGS WE STILL DO TODAY
I think about the Chauvet-Pont-d'Arc Cave. did they feel happy creating these paintings? did their children watch? copy them? There's so many animals drawn over and over again, were they also doing their own art process that way? Was that a form of practice? Farting around and having fun? 👀
To know the need to express oneself through creative works has lasted for years and years and years is AHHHHHHHH 😭💕💕💕 It has endured! People's creativity has endured. And these days can feel so hopeless but the love to create can still persist despite it all.
Fascists will try and convince us none of it matters or that specific types of art are superior over others. "Let AI do it for you" but it can't do things like you can. It's just a stupid machine made by rich morons who have no souls. Its nature is to steal because their nature is to steal.
And you?
You have the history of humanity behind you 🫂
he had to jump in the ballpit to cool off after getting all airplane ears over a treat puzzle that proved a little too advanced
he's done this a few times now. the ball pit actively soothes him when he gets mad over puzzles. i could learn something from this
Since Redwall is in the public consciousness again, I thought I'd share some art! Ublaz Mad Eyes and Grath Longfletch from the book The Pearls of Lutra drawn about 9 years apart. I've actually started rereading the series recently and really want to draw more characters, likely leaning closer to how they appear in the books than my usual style.
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Like say what you will but the Howe cover art ate like literally no others have thus far to me. Especially those Subterranean Press Farseer special editions. My god. Like oh my godddddd. Oh my fucking GODDDDDDDD
Plus like all the other classic Best Ones Out There To Meeeeeee
Like every last one rocks so insanely hard. Top tier stuff
These remind me of this drawing by Franz Kafka from the 1900s. We've been feeling this way for a long time.
prev, i'm sure you mean my guy Leonid Pasternak
He is finally done! My custom V.IV Rusty plush!!
I finished him yesterday but it was dark out and I couldn’t get nice photos
He turned out great i’m so happy with the end result. This was a long and gruelling project though and i’m glad to be able to move on to new ones now, more dinosaur plushies soon!
Got into a discussion about emergency response at a professional retreat recently and everyone was going on and on about agility, and I was like, "Okay but what about contingency?"
And they were like "What?"
And I was like, "Agility isn't the ultimate form of preparedness. Contingency is. Agility still requires you to flounder and figure out a solution in the moment, but if you have a contingency plan, all you have to do is implement it."
And they were like "But you can't make contingency plans for every situation!"
And I was like, "Yeah, you basically can if you just identify all of your basic dependencies and contingency plan around the loss of any dependency," and then I gave a few examples.
And they all stared at me like I'm an alien.
Anyway, that's how I figured out I'm Batman-coded and also learned how Batman must feel talking to supposedly professional superheroes who never bothered to run disaster scenarios until I pointed out that it's insane that they don't already have a plan for if Superman turns evil.
There’s a phrase that really stuck in my head around this. It was from one of the British divers who enacted the Thai caving rescue, though I couldn’t tell you which one or which interview.
As he described to the interviewer a moment of panic and how he he overcame, the interviewer said, in one of those, summarise-last-answer-given-with-appropriate-levels-of-respect-in-order-to-proceed-to-next-question phrasing’s, “Wow, so you rose to the occasion -“
And the diver said, “No, actually people always get that exactly wrong. In an unexpected and urgent situation you don’t rise to the occasion. You sink to the level of your training.”
These posts are sisters
mention my favorite character and i do this
gibbon hug.gif is the sweetest image known to man
Wintrow Vestrit the man you are
Just finished reading Redwall for the first time since I was ten or eleven years old. Thoughts are as follows:
The internet was not lying about the descriptions of food and scenery. My memory did not do them justice.
I don't know that every rat had to be evil, even if I will admit to finding R. Norvegicus a little more unsettling than my own domestic ones. And my god, what did ferrets ever do to Brian Jacques?
The best part of this story is the genuine camaraderie between the creatures of the forest. Not only do they genuinely need each other--even the chosen hero couldn't have completed a single step of his quest without making friends everywhere--but they actually enjoy each other's company. How often do you see characters laughing hysterically together, or sharing food from each other's plates, or sharing simple affectionate touches? It really makes so much recent "cozy" fantasy ring hollow.
Love that funky little autistic squirrel.
I will now answer only to "Her Royal Majesty Warbeak, Sparra Queen."
I have not been given to too much dwelling on how drab the Harry Potter books have become in hindsight--it's sort of beside the point given everything else that's wrong with Rowling. But she really did lift that adder fight almost whole cloth for Chamber of Secrets, huh?
That cat and that barn owl are homosexual.
I know this story is based on chivalric virtues and all, but did we need to see Cornflower's fate decided by the Abbott? I think it would have been funky fresh to see her propse to Matthias herself.
I will be revisiting the sequels.
“Thick shocked me when he halted and suddenly took my hand. Even through my Skill-walls, I felt the steady warmth of his regard. “I always got angry at my mum when she washed my ears,” he told me. “But she knew I loved her. I love you too, Tom. You gave me a whistle. And pink sugar cake. I’ll try not to be mean to you anymore.”
The simple words caught me off guard. He stood, lips and tongue pushed out, his round little eyes peering at me from under his knit cap. He was a toadish little man, and his nose was running. It had been a long time since I’d been offered love on such a simple and honest basis. Strangely enough, it woke the wolf in me. I could almost see the slow, accepting wag of Nighteyes’ tail. We were pack. “I love you too, Thick. Come on. Let’s get out of the wet.”
- Fool’s Fate, Robin Hobb