Inawa's Circus

Here lays the fruit of my 30 minutes spurs of creativity. Those magical incidents happen not as often as I might wish. Join me if you too enjoy whatever I'm doing.

[inawa0]

Custom PC case #1

When my boyfried decided to build a PC for himself we both quickly agreed that I am going to paint the case. And oh boy... was it an experience. I honestly procrastinated it a lot because at the time I was in the middle of another project, also for him, that I'm gonna post later, I was full of schoolwork because of the exam season and also working full time. A lot of trouble.

Anyway, I started off by making these sketches with all the things he likes.

The eye of cthulhu from Terraria, a Minecraft Enderman, the grimmchild from hollow knight, a tank, a mimic, and obviously a porche 911. The rest of the details where mainly references to some inside jokes that we have, like the dinosaur, or to the place we first meet. I never painted on metal before, nor did i draw a dinosaur, or a model accurate car, or a tank... They were all very challenging even in the sketch phase. But it was a project started out of love, and I was not gonna give up on it any time soon.

I put my guidelines on the case, thinking that I'm going to draw the sketch on and then paint it piece by piece. I realized that it couldn't possibly work, because even if I sketched, the lines where barely visible. So I started adding a white base... It took like 3 coats to cover up properly and it was at this time that I realized it was gonna be a messy and challenging project.

And yes, my desk was a full out mess. We are not gonna talk about it. And I didn't realize it at the time, but i was holding a pencil right in front of the camera (the yellow thing that's cutting the frame).

I'm gonna continue posting the process of painting the case. It took me many hours to finish, as I'm nowhere near even experienced in painting in general. But it was fun.

Until then, I hope you have a great week! Stay artsy.

[inawa0]

I've been out these days and as always, I took pictures. Not my best ones, I'm still getting used to the new phone and its camera, but i still very much love them. I took the railway one right after the train passed, you can still see its red back light in the distance.

I have never been this close to a passing train before. I felt something similar to the things i feel when i watch the waves break on a stony shore. It was peaceful, but a different time of peace. A peace combined with eerie and adrenaline. Something like your soul is excited and ready to run, to see the world, to exist.

[inawa0]

Introduction

For anyone wondering, no, i dont, in fact know, what im doing.

I'm trying out my luck, going to post on this website and maybe build a community. I plan on posting my art, craft projects, writing, poems, pictures i take, rants about stuff i love and... I just hope that i will manage. I'm really trying to get back into writing and drawing at the moment.

I'm 21, always drowned my sorrows in art, never had a lot of social skills, i don't get sarcasm most of the time. But you don't have to worry about that, because if you decide to come on this adventure with me, you will only experience whatever art I'm making, and maybe some of my puns. I mainly want to get myself to do art by holding myself accountable for posting.

I hope you find a moment of rest on my account.

Enjoy your stay!

Disclaimers: Most of the writing I will post will be unpolished, you get triggered at your own risk. Besides that I'm a full time engineering student, so lack of time and lack of sleep are my best friends. Also, English is my second language.

[opaige]

Good afternoon today I am thinking about how Calypso hears Odysseus say Penelope's name before she even learns what his name is. She hears “Penelope” before she ever hears “Odysseus.”

And so do we.

In the opening lines of the musical, Odysseus rallies his men by invoking home: “Think of your wives and your children.” We are told so early and so clearly that the impulse that drives him, long before we even know him by name, is love, home, and memory. When the choir asks “What do you fight for?” he first answers: “Penelope.” And then he says it again. And when the prophet Tiresias speaks, when Eurylochus confronts him, when Circe questions his heart, when the gods themselves threaten him and debate his fate, it is always Penelope whose name rises, it is always his wife who is consistenly brought up. Penelope, whose presence is invoked in absence. Penelope, who defines every move he makes.

We learn who his wife is long before he utters his own name, which he only ever does once, in the only saga she's not mentioned. The only time he claims his name aloud is the one time he is wholly severed from her, textually and thematically. Every other chapter of this story, every other trial he endures, echoes with her name. Except this one. Penelope does not enter that cave. Her absence is deafening, and the one time he utters his name instead of hers, it is this exact same act that brings the storm, Poseidon's fury, the years added to their journey. The moment he lets go of her is the moment he is torn from her.

Her name is a refrain in the mouths of gods and monsters, a tether through temptation and torment. If you strip her from the story, you do not simply lose a love interest. You lose the anchor. You lose the tension. You lose the meaning behind every choice Odysseus makes, and every cost he bears.

She is not an afterthought. She is with him from the very beginning and she's the one with him at the very end. She is the centre of the story.

[inawa0]

Ah, to be loved in the way Odysseus loves Penelope... Not to mention that at the end of it all, the only thing he's worried about is her still loving him. Not his kingdom, not his wounds, his pride, his treasures (bcs he was a king after all), no. Is his wife. His love. That's all that ever mattered.