Some detail shots of the berry wizard and its chompers!
The berry seed effect involved painting the berries with red underglaze and carving seeds before the first firing, then painting them with yellow underglaze and sponging it off. They came out nicely to humor my efforts.
As soo as you step into the hall of artist João’s apt. in Brazil, you know it’s something special. He has named it the “portal of good energies.”
His favorite subjects to paint are large colorful snakes with big eyes. (The walls in the hall are one long snake on each.)
I’ve noticed that in lots of Brazilian apts. people put hammocks across the glass doors to their terraces, which is a lovely idea.
He painted suns around the lights on the ceiling.
Look at the vibrant eating space. João says that his previous apt. was much different. He moved into this one at the start of the pandemic and began to paint it.
His bed has a painted sun for a headboard.
He uses green tape to display his smaller paintings on the closet doors.
His own, bold art makes his white apt. so much more livelier.
Trans. Prof. Michael J. Alexander, "The Earliest English Poems"
Via. V J Hayword:
I 🖤 this poem - over a thousand years old, written by a Saxon walking through the bones of a ruined city (probably Bath) & imagining who built it. The people we wonder about who lived & died millennia ago also wondered about the people who lived & died millennia before them
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The Ruin
Well-wrought this wall: Wierds broke it.
The stronghold burst …
Snapped rooftrees, towers fallen,
the work of the Giants, the stonesmiths,
mouldereth.
Rime scoureth gatetowers
rime on mortar.
Shattered the showershields, roofs ruined,
age under-ate them.
And the wielders & wrights?
Earthgrip holds them - gone, long gone,
fast in gravesgrasp while fifty fathers
and sons have passed.
Wall stood,
grey lichen, red stone, kings fell often,
stood under storms, high arch crashed -
stands yet the wallstone, hacked by weapons,
by files grim-ground …
… shone the old skilled work
… sank to loam-crust.
Mood quickened mind, and a man of wit,
cunning in rings, bound bravely the wallbase
with iron, a wonder.
Bright were the buildings, halls where springs ran,
high, horngabled, much throng-noise;
these many meadhalls men filled
with loud cheerfulness: Wierd changed that.
Came days of pestilence, on all sides men fell dead,
death fetched off the flower of the people;
where they stood to fight, waste places
and on the acropolis, ruins.
Hosts who would build again
shrank to the earth. Therefore are these courts dreary
and that red arch twisteth tiles,
wryeth from roof-ridge, reacheth groundwards …
Broken blocks …
There once many a man
mood-glad, goldbright, of gleams garnished,
flushed with wine-pride, flashing war-gear,
gazed on wrought gemstones, on gold, on silver,
on wealth held and hoarded, on light-filled amber,
on this bright burg of broad dominion.
Stood stone houses; wide streams welled
hot from source, and a wall all caught
in its bright bosom, that the baths were
bot at hall’s hearth; that was fitting…
Thence hot streams, loosed, ran over hoar stone
unto the ring-tank…
… It is a kingly thing
… City …
#this sort of thing is legitimately better than the standard ‘finishing each other’s sentences’ #or just saying it at the same time #the whole just not speaking words like humans #just sort of random sentence fragments bc the drift compatibility is doing all the heavy lifting #[WORDS WITHOUT CONTEXT] #[OTHER RANDOM WORDS] #[danny and rusty turn and act as one] #everyone else: what just happened. #I live for this sort of dialogue character building malarkey
Square Tile of Gold-glass. Syria, 7th–8th century AD. Pale yellow glass with a greenish tinge and gold leaf; cast, tooled and decorated in the gold-sandwich glass technique / 8.8 x 8.8cm; thickness 0.6cm.
Gotta love how, while Caleb and Essek are excellent mirrors and foils, they’re quite different in their similarities.
They’re both very high risk high reward type of people, but go about it in different ways. Essek is a planner. He acts from the safety of Rosohna, plays chess with entire nations and peoples as collateral. He thrives when in control, or under the illusion of control.
But when placed in the heat of the moment, facing the unexpected, he flails. When encountering the Nein while disguised he can't lie for shit. When hearing abut Lucien and DeRogna he damn near has a panic attack and treats it with whiskey cocoa. When cornered by a yeti he raises his tiny wizard fists. He's visibly rattled when teleporting the Nein to face a dragon, even when he is nowhere near having to face it himself.
Caleb, meanwhile, has had to learn to think quick. Start a fight. Throw a fireball. Make a blood pact at the bottom of the sea. Pull out a stolen relic in the court of an enemy nation and wave it about. Full on cast teleport to cross a battlefield. Oops now he’s a sheep. Oh well.
He has a handful of panicky moments himself early campaign, but the longer things go on, the more calm and comfortable he gets with making absolutely batshit desicions with very little time to consider the consequences. And, notably, Essek quickly seems to be developing in the same direction. He broke time and space with a new and untested spell to give his friends a nap. As an adventurer he can no longer afford to be calculating in the way he used to be. However, I imagine there will be a bit of a learning curve. Question is, how many near heart attacks does Essek have in Eiselcross as Caleb wanders into danger with nary a thought time and again?
#i do love this about them #also seems necessary for essek to figure out some new tricks because the kind of planning he does #sort of relies on him having access to resources + power + reputation — all of which are unreliable if he gets exposed as a traitor #and i think Caleb might chafe a bit in the opposite direction post-canon now that he's chained to the slow wheels of bureaucracy #aka Essek's favored terrain
You cannot overstate how much that was the beginning and end of the plan. The all-powerful space emperor asked if she had co-conspirators waiting to take control, or if this obviously doomed assasination attempt was actually an intricate plan to politically undermine her. And Breq said actually I just thought I’d shoot you with this gun.
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