Rose Falling. Part 1 of 3, the final will have her with her Doctor.
Just a little thing I’m working on. We all give in eventually, right?
Oh, my shippy heart.
Trying out something totally new and different.
Washington County. Acrylic on canvas. May 2013. Somewhat Gogh-inspired.
My first attempt at acrylic. I was inspired by Rosie Lockie. I hope to return to these someday and clean them up a bit. Especially that tragedy on the right….
Every lonely monster needs a Companion. It’s the oldest story in the universe- this one or any other. Boy and girl fall in love get separated by events- war, politics, accidents in time. She’s thrown out of the hex, or he’s thrown into it. Since then they’ve been yearning for each other across Time and Space, Dimensions.
This isn’t a Ghost Story, it’s a Love Story.
The Doctor (Doctor Who, BBC)
Today I took part in GLESN’s Day of Silence for the first time (sort of) and thought I would share 11 of my reflections on the experience.
- Some people will try to trip you up and make you talk for fun. Some are good at this, others are very bad and frustrate themselves more than anyone. Especially when they ask you questions which you answer vaguely and/or shrug your shoulders to.
- Some people are very good at reading body language. Others are not. The one’s I appreciate are those who try.
- Many things don’t actually need to be said.
- The squeaky wheel gets the oil, so to speak. Sometimes I could have used assistance or something and I could not get any.
- The best of friends will patiently wait for you to write down a message or mime to them what you want to say, and this is very, very nice.
- Teachers dislike Day of Silence but cannot express so for fear of appearing anti-LGBT.
- Students do like Day of Silence if they have an in-class discussion that day on the chapters they have neglected to read.
- You overhear a lot of things when you aren’t busy making noise yourself. People talk a lot.
- Laughter takes on new dimensions and is very expressive. I would miss laughing even more than I missed talking.
- I caught myself almost speaking dozens of times. Only two things got out: “that’s amazing” and “such a cute dog.”
- No matter how understanding your friends are, being silent means that you will be lonely. You will feel sad at the witty remarks you could not reply with, or the succinct helpful instructions you could not deliver, and the things you eventually gave up on trying to convey because it was too difficult.
I certainly cannot say I know what it is like to be silenced by bullying. However, I think this was an excellent form of peaceful protest. People find it bizarre when people stop speaking altogether, especially when it is someone like me who is generally fairly outspoken. The silence was far more noticeable (albeit in a subtle, longitudinal way) than shouting would have been when done in a collective form like this.
I encourage others to think about people (and animals!) who may be without a voice. These groups often struggle unfairly for support or representation.
Papercut series, bristol cut with Xacto blade. Like most of my work, completed from photos. I took these while in Mazatlan a few years back, and was struck by all the child vendors. It was bittersweet.
A project for class. Oil pastel on bristol paper. Entitled Anticipation. (Clearly). Created from a photograph of Glenwood Canyon, my childhood home-away-from-home.
My entry for the 2013 Doodle4Google competition. Initial sketches were done in pencil, all other work in photoshop (which I had never used before…). The prompt was “My best day ever…” which I chose to represent with the lighting ceremony at the 1893 Columbian Exposition or Chicago World’s Fair. Why? No, Devil in the White City did not prompt me to make this, I was actually inspired during history class (gasp!) when learning about the Fair and how novel the concept of an electrically-lit city was. Also, any fan of The Oatmeal is familiar with good ol’ Nikola Tesla who was responsible for the modern AC electrical supply system. I just thought walking around a bizarre and incredible fair all day, admiring the gleaming, ornate white buildings, then witnessing this ceremony would have been phenomenal. Hard to believe it was all torn down in less than a year.
Incredibly nerdy? Yeah. I know.