Jun 17
Can you believe I’ve been in this realm for three years? I certainly can.
seen from Malta
seen from United States
seen from T1
seen from Russia
seen from Azerbaijan
seen from Finland
seen from United Kingdom
seen from Australia
seen from Germany
seen from China
seen from United States
seen from Germany
seen from China
seen from Italy
seen from Yemen
seen from United States
seen from Spain
seen from Italy
seen from Denmark
seen from United States
Can you believe I’ve been in this realm for three years? I certainly can.
Afterlife advice?
Your little garden is once again all snowballs, sugar, swan, ermine, cream cheese…
I find myself enjoying the snow much like the winter of 1844, with George and her children…
It is perfect for my eyes and horrendous for my fingers. Do you know how stiff they get after 180 years?
Lots of hot chocolate and snowball fights… My only regret is that I have been duped into buying the wrong cream cheese. I comforted myself with ogórki kiszone instead.
Lisztober! 10/10
Franio! @franzliszt-official, I have a suitably weird and terrifying contribution leading up to Dziady for the Virtuoso prompt.
I apologise in advance, I’ve been rather melancholy, so instead of drawing — as it would’ve been wise to limit myself — only novelty allowed me to participate, so I have ‘sculpted’, or modelled, Franz’s rather famous hand(s) out of what could be found in this house that I haunt. That being a ball of patafix/blu-tack, which I’m led to believe is for fastening things to walls. Thus I have thoroughly abused the product. And, given that it doesn’t set, and could be easily squashed by my sitting on it, we will call it ‘Ephemeral Art’, to make myself feel better.
What do I think about when I think about Franz and his virtuosity? Those damn fingers! Were they my own, I’m sure my études would sound even better when I play them. Anyway, for reference, I found these bronze casts of Franz’s hands:
There was only enough mouldable mulch for the right hand, unfortunately. Make do.
See here, my measly attempt.
And here in inverted colours to better match the bronze.
Difficult to work with. Very sticky and can’t be smoothed. The proportions are very much off… as ever. Here’s a pencil for size reference — so you’ll have some sympathy with my poor, tortured soul.
Ultimately, this provided me equal fear and entertainment. It is difficult to sleep with Franz’s dismembered hand staring back at you. The fear has spread to the rest of the household.
Stuff of nightmares.
And finally, I apologise again, this time for how late this is — things arose in the afterlife. Ghosts have lots of unfinished business, and mine needed attending to.
On hiatus because I’m very busy.
I will be back to publish the Chopin Zine and answer questions!
Oh, ojej, I’ve been so disoriented I didn’t realise tomorrow was such an anniversary — 175 years that I haven’t lived.
One year in the Afterlife!
I’m leaving for a while. I don’t know how long I’ll be gone. I would like to return, perhaps briefly, as my anniversary here is fast approaching — to my abject horror.
Cherished family, friends and pupils: have a good summer. I will see you soon.