Viw's art and blog @viwrastupr - Tumblr Blog

A bomber pony commission

The world needs more cute ol deer.

Have some old deer design sketches. A bit too pony like for my taste, but fun nonetheless

Loss and Charity

After having my car stolen at the end of this year’s EFNW it has been made clear to me that after this much time has passed the odds of the police finding any of my possessions that were in my car are very low.

I am heartbroken. 99% of the things of sentimental value that I owned are gone forever. There aren't words here to describe how I feel. 'Lost' is close. I cried when I realized that I put the afghan my grandmother knit before she passed on the bed where I'm staying temporarily just for some warmth. I've got that, a few pony things, some clothes, and my desktop computer (I am very thankful and very lucky to have the desktop). That's everything. Everything I own went from being able to fit in a car to being able to sit on a desk. The last few days have been a bit of a blur. I'm trying to hold things together, still doing art to pay bills, still looking for art related work, still trying to find a place to live. I've gotten a great deal of support from friends. In particular the MLP con and art community have come together to help in big ways. The car was insured, but since it's car insurance and I'm between permanent homes for renter's insurance there's nothing to cover any of the possessions within it. My friends have put together a gofundme here to help replace art supplies, day to day essentials, vendor merch, all the little things you need in time like suitcases, silverware, and spices. This Saturday (tomorrow) we are also hosting a set of charity art streams on picarto where a bunch of big name mlp artists are going to be drawing commissions or requests in exchange for donations, and some will be drawing their own thing, which is good too. If my stuff is found, all funds will be donated to the heifer foundation. If we go over the goal, half of the surplus will go to the Jenn Blake cancer treatment gofundme. Jenn Blake is one of the official mlp comic artists. I have vended alongside her a few times and while we haven't talked much she has always been kind and her art is wonderful. F#@k cancer. The support I have felt from this community has been beyond belief. I cannot thank you all enough. As corny as it is: friendship is magic. P.S: I'll try to be there for the stream on Saturday. Lately I've been shaking so much that it's made art very difficult, but art is always difficult. Therein lies the fun.

Car Stolen at EFNW

Hello everyone, I’m sorry that I don’t have any new art to share with you all. Unfortunately my tablet inside my car, along with most of my worldly possessions were stolen Sunday night at EFNW. The hotel, the con staff, and the police have been very kind in helping with this situation.

I am asking that if any pony con goers or anyone else who may have seen anything suspicious between the hours of 6PM Sunday and 8AM Monday at the doubletree hotel by the seatac that they contact the seattle police immediately at (206) 625-5011. The car was parked on the north side of building 3. It is a dark grey 96 Honda civic, 2 door, with a Wyoming license plate. The passenger side mirror is tan.

Thank you for any kind thoughts, reblogs, retweets: https://twitter.com/viwrastupr/status/864546103647027202 or information you may have.

I know that my friends are wanting to put together a gofundme, but at the moment I’m still holding out hope that something may be found. The car is fully insured but as I am moving and between homes for renter’s insurance, my possessions were not. Not that they were worth much, as most of what has been lost is largely sentimental in value.

When you fit everything you own into a single car, you realize what objects have value to you, and those are not the expensive or the flashy things, but what is most associated with your memories:

The clock which sat on my grandfather’s mantle.

The table he made himself before he passed.

The key to a long torn down shed at my childhood home.

A small green rock I found in a riverbed as a kid.

A note and signature from a voice actor who perked up my spirits on a bad day.

Birthday cards from my grandmother, father, mother, and aunt.

A letter opener purchased on a school trip.

A heavy sheepskin coat which, unpractical as it would be to ever use, smelled like home.

Not the merchandise I sell, the prints, scrolls, and cups, not the money, not the art books, tablet, or clothes. Not even the car. I don’t want any of that. I would like my memories back. In time, without those little nothings, I am afraid of forgetting how I became who I am today. Forgetting my family. My friends. My experiences.

Please, if you know anything, please, speak up.

#hope