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Coming out of the depression (hopefully a nice long time this round) feels good, so here's some art to celebrate!
This is actually a mini piece, roughly 1.5" X 5.5"- bookmark size. I'm still deciding on how to present this at FC's Art-Show: framed or laminated. I do worry that laminating this might ruin it, as there is a layer of clear, opalescent acrylic on this...
Yup, inks, markers and paint to make this pretty little scaly.
Art copyright to T. W. Dragon- AKA Murrahhnithahn-i-ia
This is actually a mini piece, roughly 1.5" X 5.5"- bookmark size. I'm still deciding on how to present this at FC's Art-Show: framed or laminated. I do worry that laminating this might ruin it, as there is a layer of clear, opalescent acrylic on this...
Yup, inks, markers and paint to make this pretty little scaly.
Art copyright to T. W. Dragon- AKA Murrahhnithahn-i-ia
Category Artwork (Traditional) / Fantasy
Species Snake / Serpent
Size 254 x 935px
File Size 454 kB
That would make a great bookmark. Preferably stuck in an ancient-looking dusty tome about dragons written in the mystical runes of a language long forgotten by most...
Could maybe make one with the scales textured and a green crystal or glass eye
Dammit, now I'm all inspired... lol
Could maybe make one with the scales textured and a green crystal or glass eye
Dammit, now I'm all inspired... lol
Heh. Thanks for liking it! I've actually laminated in flat pieces of shiny for good effect. The items just can't be thicker than the ten mil sheets I use (the REALLY heavy sheets, like the super hard laminate you get on things like official ID cards or luggage tags).
I like the idea of doing textures, but then, I wouldn't be able to laminate them- it might destroy them. Or, I could do something wonky like tooling leather: 1/2 or 1/4 split (I think there's a "1/4" split), like the stuff used to make belts. Then, I could do things like the glass eye you mentioned. I know some sellers (not personally, just saw them in various places I go to get materials) in Germany that have glass doll eyes with flat backs- they have animal-looking ones, too, I think.
I like the idea of doing textures, but then, I wouldn't be able to laminate them- it might destroy them. Or, I could do something wonky like tooling leather: 1/2 or 1/4 split (I think there's a "1/4" split), like the stuff used to make belts. Then, I could do things like the glass eye you mentioned. I know some sellers (not personally, just saw them in various places I go to get materials) in Germany that have glass doll eyes with flat backs- they have animal-looking ones, too, I think.
*perks* Reeeeally? Well, if it's a craft-fair, there might not be much in the way of actual supplies, but you could look for those flat-backed glue in glass eyes... I might just get some from this taxidermy place I know about- they have all kinds of super cool-shit, including teeny eyes for things like birds or fish. Those would probably work quite nicely.
Um, I can't think of anything at the moment that I would want from your cool little market. Nertz.
Um, I can't think of anything at the moment that I would want from your cool little market. Nertz.
Well there was a place there last year that made these little boxes that looked like a miniature dragon/lizard thing sitting on top of a tree stump with a red glass bead for an eye.
So if I see anyone selling things like that again, I might ask if they have any spare eye bits
I just hope they don't misunderstand me and think I'm a mad scientist looking for spare bits of eyes for my latest freakish creation... hehe.
So if I see anyone selling things like that again, I might ask if they have any spare eye bits
I just hope they don't misunderstand me and think I'm a mad scientist looking for spare bits of eyes for my latest freakish creation... hehe.
It doesn't have to be a bookmark- I kind of like the idea of framing it nicely in a multiple matte, too. I just can't decide. LOL
Yup, I'm still kickin'. Had some health issues to get through... Stoopid head-meats and their equally messed-up head-chemicals... They put me some pretty serious meds for it, too. Blargh. *hates taking drugs*
Yup, I'm still kickin'. Had some health issues to get through... Stoopid head-meats and their equally messed-up head-chemicals... They put me some pretty serious meds for it, too. Blargh. *hates taking drugs*
Seems the Post Traumatic Stress disorder had a helping hand along by a chemical problem- Bi-polar. It just piled on and made things worse. Then there's the ADHD. It's like my head-meats don't WANT me to succeed at anything. The drugs are for the Bi-polar and ADHD- thankfully, the stuff they gave me is often used for both problems. I'm developing quite the pharmacy of pills...
Basically, I started getting the first signs that something was wrong a month or so after FC at the beginning of the year, then I finally implode around July. I was bordering on being suicidal, there, for a bit. Scary to be back THERE again. O____o
I'm getting better, my creativity seems to be making a comeback, and I'm moving again on the stuff I gotta make for the Con, and the pieces I owe folks. Here's hoping it sticks around.
Basically, I started getting the first signs that something was wrong a month or so after FC at the beginning of the year, then I finally implode around July. I was bordering on being suicidal, there, for a bit. Scary to be back THERE again. O____o
I'm getting better, my creativity seems to be making a comeback, and I'm moving again on the stuff I gotta make for the Con, and the pieces I owe folks. Here's hoping it sticks around.
Yes.
Ok, I'll be more specific, it can be, but isn't always.
It covers any traumatic event, actually, not just wars, natural disasters or the like. Seeing one's family killed, being in a major car-accident, being attacked (rape or otherwise), living through a disastrous weather event like a hurricane where many people dies or you saw dead bodies, etc. Things like that could be life-threatening, but aren't always. Child-abuse comes under it, too, especially prolonged abuse and rape like what I went through.
Ok, I'll be more specific, it can be, but isn't always.
It covers any traumatic event, actually, not just wars, natural disasters or the like. Seeing one's family killed, being in a major car-accident, being attacked (rape or otherwise), living through a disastrous weather event like a hurricane where many people dies or you saw dead bodies, etc. Things like that could be life-threatening, but aren't always. Child-abuse comes under it, too, especially prolonged abuse and rape like what I went through.
I have no problem with the questions, actually. It's my personal belief that it's the silence of the survivors that eventually ends up killing them and allowing the pervs to get away with what they'd done, so I told people, as often as they were willing to listen, all the way back to when I was still a child (started telling folks around the time I was 12 or 13). Unfortunately, it didn't help much. Seems, that because I was an imaginative kid who liked to make up stories for entertainment, no one believed me, even though I'd never told these kinds of stories to amuse people, and I was being very serious about these ones. So, while the Step-Monster (what I call him) has never gone to jail for his crimes, virtually all of the immediate family knows about them. He's pretty much a pariah with ill-health, whom few will have anything to do with. His illnesses keep stacking and getting worse, too- enough "punishment" for many, I think, and sending him to prison would just be vindictive, at this point. Let him rot.
The trauma spanned literally two decades, at various points, separate events and one long, contiguous span of daily abuse/sexual molestation. The last one stopped when I finally worked up the courage to MAKE him stop. I cornered him in the living-room, told him I would kill him if he ever touched me again, showed him the knife I'd use and slept with it under my pillow for the few remaining months I stayed at home. I was 15, and I left when I was 16, the summer after. He actually believed me and left me alone after that- not even to beat me like he used to.
Several years later, I got to have an experience that really charged me up: Step-Monster was coming by to drop off my little brother for a visit with Mum (she was staying with me)- he usually didn't come down to the actual apartment, just sent by bro down to my door. I usually made myself absent, too. Well, things worked out that we both changed our habits that day, and I decided to confront him and met him out in the hall. I told him that Mum had shown me the letters he'd been sending her- full of whining about how she broke his heart (with my Mum replying that he broke my life "which is worth more?")- that he wanted to commit suicide and all that other abuser-bullshit they pull to keep you on the hook. I told him what a loser I thought he was, how much of a prick he was for never mentioning what he'd done or offering anything in the way of an apology, all while circling him like a shark and growling. So, after hearing his excuses, I asked him the Question: "why did you do what you did? (rape me repeatedly)" His answer? "You were the closest thing at hand." Rage took over at pretty much being called a "thing", totally dehumanizing me and my worth as a person. Next thing he knows, he's slammed against the wall, his toes dangling an inch off the floor (all I could get him to with my shorter height) and I was growling, "I should kill you for that..."
Mum opened the door just then to see us like that, with me growling at him. My then-six-year-old brother was a little freaked by what he saw to the point where he'd asked years later (in his twenties) "what's up between you and my dad?" LOL So I told him, warning him that what I had to say would probably change his life and his view of his father... I'm still not sure of his reaction- he kept it back pretty well.
Yeah, I picked up a man seven inches taller than me and over 200 lbs, by his nipples and ten chest hairs... I'm 5' 3", and, at the time, about 135 lbs. I was floating on tip-toe for WEEKS after that- nothing scared me, and I'd wade into fights to stop them (especially ones where a guy was beating a girl). It got to be a bit of a habit- apparently, this stuff is a common symptom for people like me: if we don't curl up and hide in our house for the rest of our lives, we may get addicted to adrenalin, booze, drugs or other risky behaviour. I did the drugs, some ugly ones, and, when I found I didn't like them any more, I quit cold turkey. I later found out that dancing really hard, for hours, would get the same adrenalin results with less threat, so I took to doing that, instead. Yay, for "runner's high".
So, there ya go, a VERY condensed overview of some of the stuff I went though.
The trauma spanned literally two decades, at various points, separate events and one long, contiguous span of daily abuse/sexual molestation. The last one stopped when I finally worked up the courage to MAKE him stop. I cornered him in the living-room, told him I would kill him if he ever touched me again, showed him the knife I'd use and slept with it under my pillow for the few remaining months I stayed at home. I was 15, and I left when I was 16, the summer after. He actually believed me and left me alone after that- not even to beat me like he used to.
Several years later, I got to have an experience that really charged me up: Step-Monster was coming by to drop off my little brother for a visit with Mum (she was staying with me)- he usually didn't come down to the actual apartment, just sent by bro down to my door. I usually made myself absent, too. Well, things worked out that we both changed our habits that day, and I decided to confront him and met him out in the hall. I told him that Mum had shown me the letters he'd been sending her- full of whining about how she broke his heart (with my Mum replying that he broke my life "which is worth more?")- that he wanted to commit suicide and all that other abuser-bullshit they pull to keep you on the hook. I told him what a loser I thought he was, how much of a prick he was for never mentioning what he'd done or offering anything in the way of an apology, all while circling him like a shark and growling. So, after hearing his excuses, I asked him the Question: "why did you do what you did? (rape me repeatedly)" His answer? "You were the closest thing at hand." Rage took over at pretty much being called a "thing", totally dehumanizing me and my worth as a person. Next thing he knows, he's slammed against the wall, his toes dangling an inch off the floor (all I could get him to with my shorter height) and I was growling, "I should kill you for that..."
Mum opened the door just then to see us like that, with me growling at him. My then-six-year-old brother was a little freaked by what he saw to the point where he'd asked years later (in his twenties) "what's up between you and my dad?" LOL So I told him, warning him that what I had to say would probably change his life and his view of his father... I'm still not sure of his reaction- he kept it back pretty well.
Yeah, I picked up a man seven inches taller than me and over 200 lbs, by his nipples and ten chest hairs... I'm 5' 3", and, at the time, about 135 lbs. I was floating on tip-toe for WEEKS after that- nothing scared me, and I'd wade into fights to stop them (especially ones where a guy was beating a girl). It got to be a bit of a habit- apparently, this stuff is a common symptom for people like me: if we don't curl up and hide in our house for the rest of our lives, we may get addicted to adrenalin, booze, drugs or other risky behaviour. I did the drugs, some ugly ones, and, when I found I didn't like them any more, I quit cold turkey. I later found out that dancing really hard, for hours, would get the same adrenalin results with less threat, so I took to doing that, instead. Yay, for "runner's high".
So, there ya go, a VERY condensed overview of some of the stuff I went though.
LOL Well, I've aged some, and my knees probably wouldn't take too well at the abuse I'd put 'em through if I tried that again. LOL I'm pretty sure I'm not as strong as I used to be either. I can carry about 150 lbs on my shoulder easily still, but 200lb people? Hmmm, no, probably not. Though, after bragging a bit about my strength (something I admit is kinda obnoxious), I did prove to a 275 lb friend of mine a couple of years ago that I could pick him up (in a nicer way, of course) and carry him around the room. I expected it to be as hard as it was to do it the first time (the event I was bragging on), but, surprisingly, it was actually easier. Maybe biking to work everyday and working in a warehouse toughened me up, some. *giggles*
The family legend is that we get our physical strength from the same place Louis Cyr did: his mother, whoever that incredibly massive Amazon was. Louis Cyr is a family relative who was billed as the Strongest Man In The World in the late 1800's (he died in 1913 at 49). None of us is anywhere near as strong as he was: he could keep four draft-horses from pulling his arms apart, lift 18 full grown men on a platform, pick up a 250 lb weight with one finger, stuff like that (I was only able to pick up my pal piggy-back style. I couldn't get my arms around him to do a dead lift). At least we get it honestly: simple genetics. No steroids, here, man! LOL
But, yes, pissing me off is probably a bad idea. I'm more likely to chew someone out, these days, than to physically show them the error of their ways. LOL
The family legend is that we get our physical strength from the same place Louis Cyr did: his mother, whoever that incredibly massive Amazon was. Louis Cyr is a family relative who was billed as the Strongest Man In The World in the late 1800's (he died in 1913 at 49). None of us is anywhere near as strong as he was: he could keep four draft-horses from pulling his arms apart, lift 18 full grown men on a platform, pick up a 250 lb weight with one finger, stuff like that (I was only able to pick up my pal piggy-back style. I couldn't get my arms around him to do a dead lift). At least we get it honestly: simple genetics. No steroids, here, man! LOL
But, yes, pissing me off is probably a bad idea. I'm more likely to chew someone out, these days, than to physically show them the error of their ways. LOL
I actually have a lot of "blanks" that I'd made up last year that I'd done a water-colour type of wash on as a base. I can do them like custom badges: I draw the character or image, maybe lay in some neat flat bits, then laminate the whole deal. I have more of the same paper cut to badge-size, too.
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