#quiescent queue-ties

[cephetaceansart]

Sketch- “Sleeping Mermaid 1″ (2017) Pitt Pen, Prismacolor Marker

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“Arches” (2016) Pitt Pen

Based on a gallery show with the prompt “orthagonals and grids;” tucked in there is one rodent, one pair of eyes, one kitty, 6 adult pigeons, one pigeon nest. Please don’t strain anything, looking though!

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“Playa Blanca- Tidepool 1″ (2016) Staetdler marker pen, Prismacolor marker, Pitt pen

*From my trip to Guanacaste, Costa Rica, a beautiful region I am very lucky to have been taken to at the last minute by my generous older relatives; I spent the week staring at every crag I could of the beaches and stretching my rusty Spanish meeting the very nice and interesting citizens there, who were delighted to have someone respectfully attempt to use their language rather than assume the world speaks American english. 

{It was a frequent amusement to them that I had such an odd accent; I’m not fluent but didn’t sound obviously American in my accent- because most of my teachers happened to study in Spain. I picked up a Spanish Zeta lisp that terribly amused the latin american dialect speakers, not in the least because it’s anachronistic and probably a weird partial presence- like someone halfway between an American and British accent I suspect. It always made for a good conversation to explain why I had a decent but odd pronunciation for someone who studied in American classrooms} 

(As the only person comfortable with Spanish in a foreign country accompanying the three elderly members of the original group, none of whom thought about the language factor, let’s just say they were delighted to have brought an accidental translator along and I earned my keep, ha.) 

*My favorite beach had these amazing, darting little fish - just flashes of the brightest, iridescent blue and elegant black pinstripes if one were patient enough to finally glimpse a still one.

*I spent much more of my time recording details there for later work than drawing whilst there, so I anticipate periodic pieces inspired by this country.

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“Clara Ca(t)ctus” (2016) pitt pen, prismacolor marker, staedtler marker pen

A friend of mine commented that she is actually a cat. Or maybe a cactus. It’s a great mashup opportunity.

[we-are-threadmage]

We will not be posting anything tomorrow, Dec 17, in recognition of the boycott. We will be dark until the following day when the queue resumes as usual.

Thank You.

[landlocked-mermaid]

There exists an unimaginable bounty of urban legends and unexplained anomalies all across the world - this quiz focuses on a popular few.

You find yourself living in a place not really right for you – either your home town that doesn’t wholly agree with your lifestyle, or a share house filled with people you’re sick of. This makes you quite shy to the point of being meek, especially around new people. Others think you're cool and mysterious, and people often speculate about what you do - but really, you're quite dorky. All you want is to float around and think for a while. �q;�J�

[landlocked-mermaid]

You know you’re chronically ill when

you do more research trying to find a potential answer to what’s wrong and show the doc

and you start to hope for one or two new diagnoses rather 3 or 4.

[we-are-threadmage]

Chryssa the colleague: studio sitter

Chryssa stumbles into the studio her first morning after the move. She’d never met someone powerful enough to blink a human that far in one go {TALL, this interesting friend of Astra’s}, so she’d never had any idea before whether the process would upset her ailments. It did. Yay.

In any case she knew Astra had wrapped up big projects and told her clients and probably done some organizing or prepwork to ease the transition. No one would reasonably demand that she, an Asclepian Mage, do the work of a prodigy threadmage. Mostly she’d be house-sitting. Put mail in the right pile.

Chryssa rubbed her head again, yawning through the weird clicks and cracks her jaw always made {that her partner she already missed found HILARIOUS} as she pulled her blanket close and sipped hot, sweet morning tea. Hopefully none of her neighbors would think it odd that she woke up with the sun so high; eventually the Travelers’ Cycle excuse would run out and she might have to own up to a personal ailment so they didn’t worry or judge. Ugh, lay of the land first, Chryssa.

Let’s see here, projects in stasis there... perfect spot to hide a cat figure as a joke there... Okay work requiring monitoring or addendum.

Astra said her queue would be set for some time but need tending soon upon Chryssa’s arrival. Some 40-odd items set to go as of Astra’s departure but then the rest was to her.

Chryssa opened the files to see no partial elements; fine, she could search and sift herself as long as there was tim-

Chryssa gasped in very mild TERROR, thereby choking on her tea. That buffer had lasted for far less time than anticipated.

“FESK! Shi-aHACHK” :desperate coughing: Smack! Scribble- She shuffled some files, dropped a tome on the floor less gently than normal. Protocols are instinctive. Books are never flung.

“YEOOwWCH!” Stubbed a toe. Lost the pencil- ah! There. Right. She dug her knuckles into her head a few times. Deep Breath. Sip of tea. 

She had this.

And promptly she knocked over her mug.

“TESTES!”