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And now for something completely different. I have been meaning to do this series for a while, but it’s one of those odd ones where I have to be in the  right “mood” to draw them. This is my Manifestation series, interpretations of different emotions or feelings. The full description will be attached to each finished piece, but right now this is a WIP of Manifestation: Loathing.

And now for something completely different. I have been meaning to do this series for a while, but it’s one of those odd ones where I have to be in the  right “mood” to draw them. This is my Manifestation series, interpretations of different emotions or feelings. The full description will be attached to each finished piece, but right now this is a WIP of Manifestation: Loathing.

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So, to explain my unintended “hiatus”. The first three weeks of my life in 2013 could be considered something out of a biblical tale in which God and Satan get into a pissing contest and take it out on poor Job. On January 5th, my eldest cat, Oreo, passed away. She was beyond a pet, she was family. She guarded my brother when he was ill, comforted my mother on many long nights, and even warmed up to my father. She knew which lap needed her most, and never wanted much beyond the occasional scritch behind the ear. When we adopted her, she was ran over by a car, but her organs were unharmed. Rather than euthanize her, our family friend, aptly named Cat, picked her up and gave her to our household. Two years in, she broke her right leg falling down stairs; given that it has fused with her hip, it was only a matter of time. Again, the threat of euthanasia loomed, but we opted to take the leg instead. Her coat turned glossy, she got fat and was almost impossible to catch when chased around the house. Death sought her many times, snapping at her heels, but she denied it each time, leaving only when she was ready. She died sleeping in a pool of sunlight- I could not ask for a better death for one so unique as her. The following weekend, I lost my bag in a NYC cab. So, I can kiss that one goodbye. Then when I come home, I’m welcomed with the news that finances have loomed their ugly head, so pasta and crackers will now be my diet until I secure work of some sort (secure being the operative word). Then, my laptop, that held my resume and cover letter for work, up and died- shut down and refused to start. When I brought it to the Apple store, I was told that IF (big if) the data was retrievable, it would cost $100 I didn’t have. That same evening, I got into a car accident. No one was hurt besides me, thank god, and I walked away with bruised kneecaps and nose (lost control of the car and hit an unoccupied parked vehicle). So, now down a work laptop AND down a car, brilliant.And then, the worst- my friend takes me out to lunch the next day to cheer me up, and I contract food poisoning from the meal I had in the wee hours of the following morning. Huzzah for projectile involuntary evacuation! I was really expected a bird to fly over my head and just litter me in droppings; it seemed apt. But then, I went into my tea shop. After three weeks of this insanity, of all this chaos and depression, of doubt and misery, I was given a cup of tea. Happy Kombucha, actually. For a moment, things felt okay. For a moment, all of the hardship that was thrown my way, much the same as an amateur knife thrower wants to impress a crowd, there was a sense of normalcy, of familiarity. Part of me wanted to cry, but it’s not exactly good form to start bawling your eyes out in the middle of your favorite store. So instead, I pulled out my sketchbook, helping my friend with her knitting as we sat in the shop till closing, sipping tea, nibbling on cookies and chatting about everything under the sun, leaving the world and reality behind to just enjoy a moment, with a smile and a cup of tea.

So, to explain my unintended “hiatus”. The first three weeks of my life in 2013 could be considered something out of a biblical tale in which God and Satan get into a pissing contest and take it out on poor Job.

On January 5th, my eldest cat, Oreo, passed away. She was beyond a pet, she was family. She guarded my brother when he was ill, comforted my mother on many long nights, and even warmed up to my father. She knew which lap needed her most, and never wanted much beyond the occasional scritch behind the ear. When we adopted her, she was ran over by a car, but her organs were unharmed. Rather than euthanize her, our family friend, aptly named Cat, picked her up and gave her to our household. Two years in, she broke her right leg falling down stairs; given that it has fused with her hip, it was only a matter of time. Again, the threat of euthanasia loomed, but we opted to take the leg instead. Her coat turned glossy, she got fat and was almost impossible to catch when chased around the house. Death sought her many times, snapping at her heels, but she denied it each time, leaving only when she was ready. She died sleeping in a pool of sunlight- I could not ask for a better death for one so unique as her.

The following weekend, I lost my bag in a NYC cab. So, I can kiss that one goodbye. Then when I come home, I’m welcomed with the news that finances have loomed their ugly head, so pasta and crackers will now be my diet until I secure work of some sort (secure being the operative word). Then, my laptop, that held my resume and cover letter for work, up and died- shut down and refused to start. When I brought it to the Apple store, I was told that IF (big if) the data was retrievable, it would cost $100 I didn’t have. That same evening, I got into a car accident. No one was hurt besides me, thank god, and I walked away with bruised kneecaps and nose (lost control of the car and hit an unoccupied parked vehicle). So, now down a work laptop AND down a car, brilliant.

And then, the worst- my friend takes me out to lunch the next day to cheer me up, and I contract food poisoning from the meal I had in the wee hours of the following morning. Huzzah for projectile involuntary evacuation! I was really expected a bird to fly over my head and just litter me in droppings; it seemed apt.

But then, I went into my tea shop. After three weeks of this insanity, of all this chaos and depression, of doubt and misery, I was given a cup of tea. Happy Kombucha, actually.


For a moment, things felt okay. For a moment, all of the hardship that was thrown my way, much the same as an amateur knife thrower wants to impress a crowd, there was a sense of normalcy, of familiarity. Part of me wanted to cry, but it’s not exactly good form to start bawling your eyes out in the middle of your favorite store.

So instead, I pulled out my sketchbook, helping my friend with her knitting as we sat in the shop till closing, sipping tea, nibbling on cookies and chatting about everything under the sun, leaving the world and reality behind to just enjoy a moment, with a smile and a cup of tea.

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So! -blows off cobwebs- I admit, it’s been a while since I posted :P So let’s start from Pre-Sandy, shall we? Two months ago, I celebrated my 3 year anniversary with my loving boyfriend ^w^ So, I wanted to get him something unique, something that could only come from me, and I got it into my head of making this progressive card, talking about how we first met :) To say he was floored when he got it is a bloody understatement, just as much as receiving his gift- a glass heart necklace he made himself. 

Cue the sudden and violent diabetes rampage. 

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Went out for a little adventure today to clear my head, so off to the cheese shop I go. I decided to break off my usual drawing routine and attempt to draw one of the co-workers, but alas, he was too fast for me :P His nose is a little more narrow than I drew, ut I’m happy I got his hair right :D Also, yay more cheese puns!

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So I recently purchased Cirque du Soleil’s “Totem” Soundtrack ;;» I have been binging on that music ever since, and while listening to it, I got some cogs turning in my head about ritualistic dance for Steam & Mist. It took a little while to figure out the markings on the eye, but I like how it turned out. Now to make a complete face, that might help :P

So I recently purchased Cirque du Soleil’s “Totem” Soundtrack ;;» I have been binging on that music ever since, and while listening to it, I got some cogs turning in my head about ritualistic dance for Steam & Mist. It took a little while to figure out the markings on the eye, but I like how it turned out. Now to make a complete face, that might help :P

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So, my friend was down to visit me in NYC and I pulled all the stops. I thought my feet would fall off after all the walking and running we did @_@ But anyways, while we were in the teashop, my friend decided to try a coffee pu’erh and fell in love with it almost instantly (given the bean addict he is :P)

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Massive art dump! Again! This time D&D themed. So, the campaign I’m in, Two & A Half Elves, is full of freaking madness and hysteria, to sum it up (if such a thing can even be accomplished Oo;) This is (most of) the art I’;ve done throughout the game, from designing characters to fun little, erm, incidents, which include but are not limited to- 

~ Our concealed rogue getting chewed on by a Behir three times (giant ten legged lizard, this one covered in ice)

~ Our rogue having his head burst open by a Slaad spawn (frog-like creature)

~ Sticking an unconscious scholar into the paladin’s Bag of Holding for safekeeping (but keeping his head out of the bag so he could breathe). 

~ Megan (my character) dealing with this massive amount of WTF and her subsequent reaction to seeing her party member (albeit a dumb one) getting his head blown off. 

Fun times abounds! I plan on posting up her journals here, accompanied by some doodles to further illustrate this spiraling cascade of insane revelry. 

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