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I am alive!!!! Muahaha *cof cof* hahaha
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Hello!!!!
I finally found the will power and time and drive and muse to do something artsy again. I mean I've been doing nails, but other than that nothing at all.
My job still leaves me no desire to do a thing but I'm determined to overcome this!
Any who, i leave now, but i uploaded something and wrote something. So I'm kind of feeling productive today XD
Love you all Kittens and keep on playing!!!
Merry Meet, merry part and merry meet again!
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Devious Journal Entry
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Hello!!!!
Making a new journal, because the old one was depressing me
Still not very active, work is great (kind of) for having money, but it totally destroys crafting time.... Hope to be able to produce something in the meantime, but no promises.
Love you all Kittens and keep on playing!!!
Merry Meet, merry part and merry meet again!
:My Clubs:
: Outside DA:
Fórum Missangarte - Artesanato
:My Store:
Midnight Studio
Note me for commissions, check my gallery for my skills
I do drawings, jewelry, clay thingies and scarves
I only accept paypal, thru andreiarfps@hotmail.com
Hello!!!!
Making a new journal, because the old one was depressing me
Still not very active, work is great (kind of) for having money, but it totally destroys crafting time.... Hope to be able to produce something in the meantime, but no promises.
Love you all Kittens and keep on playing!!!
Merry Meet, merry part and merry meet again!
:My Clubs:
: Outside DA:
Fórum Missangarte - Artesanato
:My Store:
Midnight Studio
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M.I.A.
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My Chat: #CelticSpirit
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*insert string of profanities*
Dinggit I so utterly hate that when i get the job i need for monies i just leave all my hobbies in 14th plan under a couple of crates of junk....
I haven't been active here for soooooo long, though i do stop by to check new deviations and journals i just stopped creating and/or posting anything new....
I need inspiration to start producing again, mild depression is great for bouts of work flow medium to heavy not so much.....
Gah! just hit me over the head with an anvil and hopefully it will reboot.
Talk to you kittens later.
:Admin at:
<- from which i'm absent
:My Clubs:
: Outside DA:
Fórum Missangarte - Artesanato
:My Store:
Midnight Studio
Note me for commissions, check my gallery for my skills
I do drawings, jewelry, clay thingies and scarves
I only accept paypal, thru andreiarfps@hotmail.com
*insert string of profanities*
Dinggit I so utterly hate that when i get the job i need for monies i just leave all my hobbies in 14th plan under a couple of crates of junk....
I haven't been active here for soooooo long, though i do stop by to check new deviations and journals i just stopped creating and/or posting anything new....
I need inspiration to start producing again, mild depression is great for bouts of work flow medium to heavy not so much.....
Gah! just hit me over the head with an anvil and hopefully it will reboot.
Talk to you kittens later.
:Admin at:
<- from which i'm absent:My Clubs:
: Outside DA:
Fórum Missangarte - Artesanato
:My Store:
Midnight Studio
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Ramblings of a MadWoman: Writting
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Two years, nine months, two weeks, three days, 9 hours, 5 minutes and 32 seconds. 20427 cigarettes not smoked, saving 3.268,41 €. Life saved: 10 weeks, 22 hours, 15 minutes.
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In this day and age it seems like the World of Writing is slowly being driven backwards into a cliff that has no railings. I’m part of an art site, and I see most people make a bee line for all the brilliantly colored pictures and shiny imagery, completely by-passing anything with words in it.
Often the only exception is the fanfic, which despite the lowering of the number of people interested in the written story manage to stay afloat by giving the reader a familiar character and setting in a plot that strokes our overly eager brain’s necessity for acting out complexes that would make Freud turn in his grave.
Don’t get me wrong, I love a good fanfic as much as the next fangirl, the lemonier the better, and complexes I do have many, from the savior one, where the main female character saves the main male characters soul through love to the saint one where the selfless main character gives everything of her to save those around her, including her life. We thrive of it and it grounds and keeps us sane to a degree, as we often can’t or won’t be that way in real life.
But, alas I digress. From my wonderings on the web it seems, to me at least, that nowadays people do seem to prefer the sight of an image full with someone’s creativity rather than immerse themselves in a world of words that will stimulate your brain to weave those sentences into visual tapestries filled with memories and smells and sound, a veritable psychological movie that etches the story into your mind and, when we are lucky, our very souls.
How erotic it can be, to just read about the advances of an enamored couple picturing their movements, giving them life by way of our memories, creating our own characters with all the imperfections of ourselves and yet the subliminal feeling of a dream when all appears life like and so utterly feasible and divine at the same time.
Feeling on our bodies the thick fog or heavy rain as the writer describes it in detail, actually smelling the sweet scent of the orchids swaying to the breeze as we pass them to reach our love, except we don’t it is the magic of the words as they filter to our brain that conjure up the brilliant imagery and empiric memories, much like when we pass a our bed during the times our partner is away and we swear we can still smell the intoxicating scent of vigorous love making, despite the sheets being freshly laid.
With images and movies so often small details are lost, and despite loving all the amazing that is a show of lights and sound in a darkened cinema, which does have many merits, alongside the pretty pictures so well thought of and accomplished can we not make a small space to revive and cherish the beautiful tradition and magic that is to simply read and dive into a world of creation that makes us interact so actively with it? And the wondrous feeling of holding a book, feeling it’s roughed leaves as we turn them in search of the next thrilling scene to engulf us… so pleasurable and yet so unappreciated today.
Let us make an effort to not let this brilliance slip through our fingers as so many other traditions that have been lost to modernization and a flawed ideal of distancing ourselves from a past that will always be with us, much like our own shadows to gives a sense of direction and existence.
:Admin at:
:My Clubs:
: Outside DA:
Fórum Missangarte - Artesanato
:My Store:
Midnight Studio
My Chat: #CelticSpirit
Note me for commissions, check my gallery for my skills
I do drawings, jewelry, clay thingies and scarves
I only accept paypal, thru andreiarfps@hotmail.com
In this day and age it seems like the World of Writing is slowly being driven backwards into a cliff that has no railings. I’m part of an art site, and I see most people make a bee line for all the brilliantly colored pictures and shiny imagery, completely by-passing anything with words in it.
Often the only exception is the fanfic, which despite the lowering of the number of people interested in the written story manage to stay afloat by giving the reader a familiar character and setting in a plot that strokes our overly eager brain’s necessity for acting out complexes that would make Freud turn in his grave.
Don’t get me wrong, I love a good fanfic as much as the next fangirl, the lemonier the better, and complexes I do have many, from the savior one, where the main female character saves the main male characters soul through love to the saint one where the selfless main character gives everything of her to save those around her, including her life. We thrive of it and it grounds and keeps us sane to a degree, as we often can’t or won’t be that way in real life.
But, alas I digress. From my wonderings on the web it seems, to me at least, that nowadays people do seem to prefer the sight of an image full with someone’s creativity rather than immerse themselves in a world of words that will stimulate your brain to weave those sentences into visual tapestries filled with memories and smells and sound, a veritable psychological movie that etches the story into your mind and, when we are lucky, our very souls.
How erotic it can be, to just read about the advances of an enamored couple picturing their movements, giving them life by way of our memories, creating our own characters with all the imperfections of ourselves and yet the subliminal feeling of a dream when all appears life like and so utterly feasible and divine at the same time.
Feeling on our bodies the thick fog or heavy rain as the writer describes it in detail, actually smelling the sweet scent of the orchids swaying to the breeze as we pass them to reach our love, except we don’t it is the magic of the words as they filter to our brain that conjure up the brilliant imagery and empiric memories, much like when we pass a our bed during the times our partner is away and we swear we can still smell the intoxicating scent of vigorous love making, despite the sheets being freshly laid.
With images and movies so often small details are lost, and despite loving all the amazing that is a show of lights and sound in a darkened cinema, which does have many merits, alongside the pretty pictures so well thought of and accomplished can we not make a small space to revive and cherish the beautiful tradition and magic that is to simply read and dive into a world of creation that makes us interact so actively with it? And the wondrous feeling of holding a book, feeling it’s roughed leaves as we turn them in search of the next thrilling scene to engulf us… so pleasurable and yet so unappreciated today.
Let us make an effort to not let this brilliance slip through our fingers as so many other traditions that have been lost to modernization and a flawed ideal of distancing ourselves from a past that will always be with us, much like our own shadows to gives a sense of direction and existence.
:Admin at:
:My Clubs:
: Outside DA:
Fórum Missangarte - Artesanato
:My Store:
Midnight Studio
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The Reason for My Hiatus
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Two years, seven months, four weeks, 1 hour, 47 minutes and 58 seconds. 19421 cigarettes not smoked, saving 3.107,44 €. Life saved: 9 weeks, 4 days, 10 hours, 25 minutes.
My Chat: #CelticSpirit
Note me for commissions, check my gallery for my skills
I do drawings, jewelry, clay thingies and scarves
I only accept paypal, thru andreiarfps@hotmail.com
Well, hello folks, sorry for the long absence.
what happened was a combination of factors. First i wasn't very inspired so i wasn't posting any new stuff but i was here watching your purdy things. But then there was a turn for the worst in my family.
My uncle (mother's brother) had been complaning about neck and head pain, even going as far as having to leave work in the middle of the day, as well as apathy.
He went to the hospital twice in as many months to be told it was a case of spine deterioration.
We began believing it was just him whinning for some reason, so he could miss work or some kind of middle age crisis.
Friday the 5th it got worst. during the morning he was ok when we forced him to eat breakfast, though he kept acting as if falling asleep for a few seconds every now and then, He even when to the store and walked the dog.
During the afternoon he layed down and wouldn't get up, nor speak to any of us, though he did speak with the dog. I did the deep pain test on him and he had no reaction, though he had reaction to light pain.
i gave him a wank to get him of the bed to come for dinner but he just let himself go to the floor and stayed there. We were getting a bt worried now, but we still believed he was joking with us, because of earlier events as all this was going on, in a lighter way since march.
At about 22.00 my god mother decided to force feed him and i went with her to help, we got him up and he wouldn't hold himself up, and would stumble walking. we took him to the table and began feeding him, he wouldn't open his eyes and we had to give him little slaps on the face for him to chew.
At oe point my godmother told him to look at her and with her hand opened his eyes. i saw something and asked for a light. He had his pupils fixed and unreactive. his right pupil was tiny and his left eye was turned a bit to the left. I then noticed tremors on his right arm and we rushed him to the hospital.
he made a emergency CAT scan and a hemorrhage on his brain was detected. It was on his left frontal lobe.
He was moved to a hospital with neurosurgery, and the blood and clot was drained on saturday morning. During the afternoon they discovered the cause of the bleding to be a 2cm aneurism, which they embolized on sunday morning.
On monday afternoon he stopped breathing for himself and was after 2 tests with a 6 hour gap he was pronounced brain dead at 02.00 am on tuesday.
The wake was the afternoon of that day and the burial wednesday morning.
Why didn't they embolized th aneurism on the first surgery?
did they leave the scull open to minimize brain pressure?
my godmother blames herself for not realizing something was fataly wrong first. They all say the simptoms were mild until the time we acted, and i keep telling her she is not to blame, it was one of those things that just happen.
But i should have stomped my foot when he showed no reaction to deep pain, but i didn't. I was the only one who believed in him, until the third time, the one he died. If anyone has any modicum of blame it's me.
I'm not going to go mental over it, because i'm only human, and i did the best i knew then. I won't make the same mistake again, i just hope the situation for me to prove it never arrises. I take solace in knowing death isn't the end, but the gate way to the next adventure, he is now in Gaia getting ready to return again, if any more lessons are warrented, or forever in the company of the spirits, if he has reached the pinnacle of knowledge.
:Admin at:
:My Clubs:
: Outside DA:
Fórum Missangarte - Artesanato
:My Store:
Midnight Studio
My Chat: #CelticSpirit
Note me for commissions, check my gallery for my skills
I do drawings, jewelry, clay thingies and scarves
I only accept paypal, thru andreiarfps@hotmail.com
Well, hello folks, sorry for the long absence.
what happened was a combination of factors. First i wasn't very inspired so i wasn't posting any new stuff but i was here watching your purdy things. But then there was a turn for the worst in my family.
My uncle (mother's brother) had been complaning about neck and head pain, even going as far as having to leave work in the middle of the day, as well as apathy.
He went to the hospital twice in as many months to be told it was a case of spine deterioration.
We began believing it was just him whinning for some reason, so he could miss work or some kind of middle age crisis.
Friday the 5th it got worst. during the morning he was ok when we forced him to eat breakfast, though he kept acting as if falling asleep for a few seconds every now and then, He even when to the store and walked the dog.
During the afternoon he layed down and wouldn't get up, nor speak to any of us, though he did speak with the dog. I did the deep pain test on him and he had no reaction, though he had reaction to light pain.
i gave him a wank to get him of the bed to come for dinner but he just let himself go to the floor and stayed there. We were getting a bt worried now, but we still believed he was joking with us, because of earlier events as all this was going on, in a lighter way since march.
At about 22.00 my god mother decided to force feed him and i went with her to help, we got him up and he wouldn't hold himself up, and would stumble walking. we took him to the table and began feeding him, he wouldn't open his eyes and we had to give him little slaps on the face for him to chew.
At oe point my godmother told him to look at her and with her hand opened his eyes. i saw something and asked for a light. He had his pupils fixed and unreactive. his right pupil was tiny and his left eye was turned a bit to the left. I then noticed tremors on his right arm and we rushed him to the hospital.
he made a emergency CAT scan and a hemorrhage on his brain was detected. It was on his left frontal lobe.
He was moved to a hospital with neurosurgery, and the blood and clot was drained on saturday morning. During the afternoon they discovered the cause of the bleding to be a 2cm aneurism, which they embolized on sunday morning.
On monday afternoon he stopped breathing for himself and was after 2 tests with a 6 hour gap he was pronounced brain dead at 02.00 am on tuesday.
The wake was the afternoon of that day and the burial wednesday morning.
Why didn't they embolized th aneurism on the first surgery?
did they leave the scull open to minimize brain pressure?
my godmother blames herself for not realizing something was fataly wrong first. They all say the simptoms were mild until the time we acted, and i keep telling her she is not to blame, it was one of those things that just happen.
But i should have stomped my foot when he showed no reaction to deep pain, but i didn't. I was the only one who believed in him, until the third time, the one he died. If anyone has any modicum of blame it's me.
I'm not going to go mental over it, because i'm only human, and i did the best i knew then. I won't make the same mistake again, i just hope the situation for me to prove it never arrises. I take solace in knowing death isn't the end, but the gate way to the next adventure, he is now in Gaia getting ready to return again, if any more lessons are warrented, or forever in the company of the spirits, if he has reached the pinnacle of knowledge.
:Admin at:
:My Clubs:
: Outside DA:
Fórum Missangarte - Artesanato
:My Store:
Midnight Studio
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