The only people who think the point of art is realism and skill are uncreative, boring, and uneducated people. They completely ignore the historical context, geographical, and cultural context of the art and artists. They completely disregard that being creative is an essential part of being human. All they focus on is the product and whether or not it looks “good” to them.
I'm super happy with it! It's a little botchy around the edges and definitely wonky in places (and there are quite a few mistakes that I can neither unsee nor correct) but, considering it's my first proper rebind, I'm really freaking happy with it!
More glamour photos and some in-progress shots under the cut...
Layered bookboards for the Petrova Line, metallic red painted edges, little red glitter star charm on the book ribbon, and two tiny Platonic Soulmates on speckled metallic endpapers (an incredible idea by @bucketsofodo13)
Sketching out the Petrova Line onto the book boards (the too-short spine board is a placeholder!)
Checking the layering and the tedious process of carving loads of tiny notches into the bookcloth and sticking it around the swoosh.
Painted edges! (Everybody say 'Bye, Ryland!' - the paperback cover was removed and binned immediately after this photo).
Ready for casing in! (I was so nervous about this part that I took this photo, then went and did a tesco shop to try and stop my hands shaking).
I'm really proud of this! It turned out (save all the mistakes) how I envisioned it! Yay!
And now I really, REALLY want to rebind my copy of The Martian in a similar style...
I love how the notes for this are just chock full of examples of the most batshit specific things people research for their fanfics. Truly a treasure trove.
I'm obsessed with this little moment where Stratt is like reaching out to say Hi to Grace but instead of patting his shoulder or something she pats his tiny little chair. and filmed from behind a barrier
see the problem is that despite around 8 years of french schooling the french language has utterly escaped my brain so even the most obvious set up i had created for myself by accident was missed by me. such is life.
i am not a psychiatrist but i do find it really weird how autism checklists are so often focused on "outward" signs of autism rather than what is going on internally. i don't know how to explain it but "do you make eye contact with other people" feels like a much less relevant question than "how does it feel when you have to make eye contact with other people?"
while i'm here, the other one that always pisses me off is "do you interpret idioms literally, for example 'bull in a china shop'?"
well, no, obviously. i know what "bull in a china shop" means because that is a popular phrase with a clearly defined meaning. and if i hadn't heard it before, then i would still not interpret it literally, because it has the cadence of an idiom and i would probably be able to work out from context what it meant. what is the point of this question
third and final complaint: "are you good at noticing subtext?"
i feel like the problem with this question is best illustrated by a conversation i had with a friend a while back, where i said something like, "i feel very safe with you because you don't do subtle hints and you are always very straight-up with me about what you are thinking and feeling."
and he laid a hand on my shoulder and was like, look dude i'm gonna be straight up here. i am subtle with you constantly and you simply do not notice <3
When we were children, my sister had private music lessons at her violin teacher’s house. I only visited there once, but I still remember that afternoon. The teacher had an artificial pond in her yard, a large beautiful thing with lily pads and plant life. And in the pond, there were goldfish. I had never seen such enormous goldfish.
I spent several minutes just staring at them (and trying to convince them to bite my fingers.) When my sister’s violin lesson ended, her teacher came out to the yard and explained that these goldfish were the same small creatures that were often unfortunately sold in plastic bags at state fairs. They were only about two inches long apiece, when she bought them and put them in the new, empty pond. In essence, they were like every goldfish I had seen before, but they had been given a much larger, much richer environment in which to flourish. As a result, they had grown into some of the most remarkable, vibrant creatures my twelve-year-old self had ever met with. All because of a pond.
Funny what lessons children remember. My sister doesn’t play the violin anymore, but that was the first time I caught a glimpse of the overwhelming extent to which it matters, the way the world treats us.