the village
lamplight burns faintly green as memories follow old familiar paths

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Stranger Things

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Today's Document
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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the village
lamplight burns faintly green as memories follow old familiar paths
Been thinking about how, when I was teen, I started writing songs and music as a way to try and express thoughts and feelings I couldn't figure out another way to express.
After a few years, the well ran dry and I took an interest in flash fiction so I spent another few years writing very short stories (and started this blog) as a way to try to communicate my ideas and express my creativity.
Once again, the well kind of ran dry but also kind of segued into very short poetry where I tried to communicate some of my memories and feelings in just a few lines. (Another well that also kind of dried up.)
Sometime around all this though, I started making fan art miniatures and eventually chibi art (on my other blog) and that's been my creative outlet for a few years now but sometimes I am very aware that creating fan art is very different from creating my own art.
And I'm aware that the allure of fan art makes it almost intoxicating to chase after since fan art of some anime or video game character would regularly get 10 times the likes or reblogs as my original work.
And yet, what am I communicating anymore other than the message "I think this character\game\cartoon is neat" ?
I don't know. I'm not saying fan art is bad or that I won't do it anymore. And I don't even know if I have any more songs or stories or poems in me. But I'd hate to miss the chance to find out.
Just something I've been thinking about...
not to be a dirty commie or anything but i don't think any one person should have enough money to solve world hunger and then get to decide not to
There's this whole story unfolding on TikTok right now about this account that got popular — a woman in the US who calls up churches & pretends to have a starving newborn that hasn't eaten since last evening & asks them if they could help her out with a can of formula. Unsurprisingly, none of the ridiculous megachurches actually ever say yes, and the churches & other religious institutions that did say yes are getting lots of support from people.
But I just saw a video of a TT user explaining that they decided to do their own little social experiment — by walking up to drug dealers on the street, telling them there's a young woman with a baby who needs help with formula, and literally all of them immediately reached into their pockets. In this story, the OP did have a real neighbor with a baby who ended up getting some much needed baby supplies. Thanks to the charity of local drug dealers.
A lot of Americans are learning that their rich white Christian churches are less willing to help their communities than black churches, mosques, buddhist temples, the satanic temple & apparently also crack dealers.
shimmer
More shaky camera fun.
the gathering storm
An old photo taken before a long drive home.
Trying out an app that simulates old cellphone cameras and I kind of dig the retro look.
room with a view
An old photo taken from my old apartment window. Shot through a screen door.
Poetry, chapbook, 40 pages, from Bottlecap Features. Hymns to the Moon is an expression of love, worship, adoration, isolation, and nature.
From Nicole Langley's chapbook, Hymns to the Moon, available from Bottlecap Press!
One problem I find myself having more and more is the separation (if there really is one) between what I think of as "ART" and what I think of as "hobby".
My writing, photography, and music I always felt like was "art" and stuff like miniature painting and chibi art was more of a hobby, which is fine except...when I'm in the headspace for one, it's hard to do the other. And I don't necessarily get to decide which mode I'm in.
Sure, I could just lump everything together as art or hobby but it doesn't work that way in my head. Probably because my writing and music and photography comes from ME, where most of my mini painting or chibi art or is coming from outside of me (since it's usually fan art of some game or cartoon.)
Not sure what my point is...maybe I need to get over myself?
in flux
I'm always changing trying to keep up with you
halo
the otherside
sunset photo and shaky cam...
burning trees
a small horse
a fish
I am a fishbowl. And also the fish. As well as the water contained within the fishbowl that sustains the fish.
And I am you, staring at me, the fish who is me in the water that is me contained within the fishbowl that is also me.