Happy holidays!! <3
Thank you so much, Anon! And to you as well!
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Happy holidays!! <3
Thank you so much, Anon! And to you as well!
congrats on nano!!!
Thank you so much!! I’m really proud of myself for finishing this year. I’ve tried several times before and have always given up before the first five thousand words. To go from that to winning was a huge leap.
Cave?
One of my very favorite childhood memories was a field trip we took to an emerald mine when I was in fifth grade. We left before the sun was even fully up, and rode several hours into the mountains. I don’t remember much of the day in general—bits and pieces from lunch, the gift shop, panning for emerald fragments in the stream, but the one thing I remember most clearly was the tour through the mines. There was a portion of the tour in particular where you walked out onto a glass floor and there were floodlights underneath illuminating a flooded section of the cave below. They turned out the lights above and had us all look down while the guide told us just how deep it went, and how big the “room” actually was. The water was so crystal clear, but got bluer and greener the deeper it went.
On another note, I’ve lived an hour from a gold-rush era gold mine my whole life.
Echo
I still don’t think there is any greater thrill than playing to a packed theater. One in particular, on the local college campus, was always my favorite because the acoustics in the room were incredible. Drop anything on that stage, and it would reverberate all the way to the back row. Playing French Horn, I’ve always had a special relationship with resonance, filling empty spaces with sound, always striving for those overtones soaring above the rest of the ensemble. I lived for those moments when the room went silent, and the last sound you were left with was the echo of my horn. I can’t begin to describe how happy I am to have the chance to experience that again.
Magnolia?
When I was a child, my grandmother’s side of the family would meet at my great aunt’s house around holidays—particularly Easter and Thanksgiving. Her house was only a few hundred yards from the house both she and my grandmother, along with their two other siblings grew up in. After my great-grandparents passed away, no one could ever decide what to do with it, so it sat there empty and decaying. We would go there sometimes and pick through the first floor for photographs and antiques. You could barely see the place from the road with so many old trees and bushes grown up around it, but I particularly remember the Southern magnolias that grew around the back of the house with their big glossy leaves and huge white blossoms.
why do you associate deer with lucifer?
There’s one set of images in my tag that I think illustrates my thoughts best: a white buck stained red as remnants of this year’s shed hang shredded from his antlers. Deer are regal, ever-vigilant and ever-present, but elusive. Feminine, princely, ethereal. Brutal. White Deer in particular are rare and surrounded by myth: forest ghosts only captured in a glimpse, but all the more captivating for it.
White light crowned in blood and velvet. It’s fitting, I think.
Hi, your pomegranate notebook's on tumblr's radar, cool you!
I cannot begin to express how bizarre this is. I woke up this morning to multiple emails from Tumblr including messages from friends and the notification email itself. Log in to find my notebook post now as 550+ notes (up from 68) and I have 150+ new followers.
So um, hi everyone?
I had to restrain myself from asking a TON of these artist questions. 1, 5, 6, 7, 9
I’m excited!!