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i'm a simple storyteller lookin for a place to put my random thoughts. (and art, occasionally!)
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Podcast-[by suns and stars]
We should appreciate rainbows more. They sound like a fictional creation you would see in books or shows, but they actually exist. A rainbow is just a part of nature and science.
It's a rare phenomenon, but to look up into the sky and see all the colors arcing across the cloudy sky as sunlight breaks through... it's a marvellous sight.
People think that these memories that you return to over and over are like coins. Ancient coins of gold and silver that wear away and wear away beneath your caressing fingers, eventually disappearing with the passing of time.
But I do not think that these memories are coins. I do not feel them withering away. I think that they are more like a piece of sand in the mouth of an oyster, gaining laquer and luster each time that I return to them.
And maybe they are different than they were before--the only truth remaining at the center in that little piece of grit, but I have made them into artwork in my mind, all the colors brighter and the senses happier. I have made them into a place of retreat, a lovely sanctuary of memory and fantasy and I can live with not remembering the truth.
Wanted to focus on creating depth within a piece and it really expanded into this study of hue and saturation. Spend only about a hour on this bc its something I did before jetting off to work.
If you have a deep scar, that is a door, if you have an old, old story, that is a door. If you love the sky and the water so much that you almost cannot bear it, that is a door. If you yearn for a deeper life, a full life, a sane life, that is a door.
Clarissa Pinkola Estés, Women who Run with the Wolves, c. 1992
this was for that style-bending art challenge! basically, i asked my art friends what things were distinct for my style and i had to create a piece of art without any of them. they said blocky and painterly brush strokes, the colors red and blue and brown, and people. came up with this in the end- there are some bluish and brownish shades, but they're almost all just fun uses of greys, dark yellows, and the surrounding colors. the closest i got to brown was a khaki beige-ish color.
[ID: a peaceful warm digital artwork depicting Helix, one of HiddenCarpet's ocs. They are a fat muscular brown person with loose shoulder lenght wavy brown hair and sideburns. They have a few yellow flowers in their hair and they are wearing a simple light dress in pink orange color with a loose yellow lace on top. It falls off them, partially uncovering their hairy body with big and messy scars of multiple cuts on the left side of their neck, burn scars on their right shoulder, and breasts with two large nipples. They are sleeping on their back, with one hand on their belly and second hand to the side. Their hair falls onto their face and a big canine stands out of their mouth. They are covered with warm light of bright yellow abstract flowers surrounding them. End ID]
i really like how you drew the flowers, your art always has such nice ambiance!
All I knew was that I thought about good fortune, or love, or health for the person the item was meant for, and my thread would begin to glow. If I maintained my concentration, every stitch I took with the glowing thread would be like one word in an incantation, one ingredient in a potion, the whole piece working as a completed charm when I was done. There was a feeling, too, that welled within me when the process was working just right. A kind of deep-seated happiness, simple but complete, like the feeling that came with seeing a baby laugh or smelling fresh-baked apple pie or hearing soft rainfall on the roof. And though I was tired—and hungry—after working on a charm for a few hours, I was calmly content.
Torn by Rowenna Miller
I climbed the stairs to the base of the tower. My steps echoed into the night, the loneliest sound I had ever heard. There was no door, so I simply walked inside, into a round, empty room, open to the sky. I felt like I was inside a spool of thread; there were no windows, and the walls around me had no edges or corners. Where were the stairs up to the top? The room seemed to stretch the deeper I went inside. Its stillness reminded me of a temple, but there were no deities to worship. No incense, no offerings to the gods. And I no longer felt alone.
Spin the Dawn by Elizabeth Lim
I always thought that forges would be noisy and unpleasant but actually they sound pretty nice??
really nice sound to the hammer on the metal. almost musical actually.
not sure what this function call but stella found while mess round in sketchbook & knew how put to use
ooh ooh v pretty!! like the colors =0
is function call symmetry tool?looks like could be symmetry
stella still need edit font more, cause some book still wrong, but this one work now! :3
ooh is from show or did write yourself? also i like swirly in font =D