i am going to explode into five hundred million tiny pieces
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What I take away from the picture is that this is after Carmy gets out of the fridge...he notes Sydney is not happy and something clicks, not the breakup with Claire or the fight with Richie. But carmy knows Sydney is not happy, he 'failed' her and he gets to work, he tries to fix it, as he said about his family "sometimes they'd try too hard". And that's what it's about. His non negligible, making a new menu every day, getting the star, the unconscious grand gestures because he can't communicate with Sydney that she's the good thing he's not waiting to drop.
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hellooooo. It's time to clear out my closet and take care of summer expenses while I continue my excruciating job hunt.
It's an art sale post! 🎨
I have 20 original pieces of art for sale. This includes 5" wood cuts and small canvases that are 6x6 and go up to 12x12.
Price: I have name-your-own-price on many canvases because I want people to have pretty things! Other canvases and woodcuts are $30-$100. Have a look and see if anything strikes your fancy!
Currently shipping US only unless otherwise discussed - please DM me on tumblr or discord if you're outside the US and find something of interest and we can work out shipping.
-> ko-fi gallery 🖼️
-> my redbubble store has all of my previous artwork if you're in the mood for stickers or notebooks.
Reblogs and tips are greatly appreciated. ❤️
ko-fi | redbubble | @snowpinecone | #artdora
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Ohh.. Now I feel bad for Shen Jiu... Just because people would rather eat up a cartoon villain than a complex character. Tbh I prefer complex one because its more challenging in my brain and heart.
"I had a lot of ideas for the character of Shen Qingqiu. I had hoped to portray him as a well-rounded, three-dimensional character; he's scum, he's wretched, but he has reason to be scum, as well as a not-scummy side. But the readers didn't really buy it. As soon as I inserted signs of his development, they started griping in the reviews. So, I saw the winds weren't blowing the right way and immediately turned him into a tropey and wretched asshole. But really, he-"
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Fig's line "I don't think I'm an artist, I think I'm just a good friend" has not left my head at all. Just...
You're Fig Faeth and your horns came in over the summer and you pick up the bard class as a form of adolescent rock 'n' roll rebellion, and it works! It's exactly the outlet you need! You give a guy you just met drumsticks and you start a band and it's good enough that within a year and a half you're touring. You are, in every sense, good at being a bard.
And then, finally, your junior year, you start to take it seriously. Your art goes from an outlet and a form of rebellion to a practice. A discipline. (Can rebellion exist within a discipline?) Your classmates know what they want to do with their work. They all have a thesis statement. And yeah, there's cohesion in the music you make, but you've never had to think about why you make it. You've never sat down and dissected what it is about bass that speaks to you. You've never poured over your lyrics to pick at any deeper meaning. Why should you? You don't play music for a grand design, you do it to... huh, why do you do it?
(Your art is the one form of self-expression that feels as safe as Disguise Self does, because even if you're pouring your heart onto the page and then screaming it in front of thousands of people, it's not like you're really making yourself known. You can sing I'm lonely, I'm scared, I'm furious, and your fans will sing it right back, and there will still be the distance between performer and audience to keep your heart safe.)
Now you're being asked to look inward to explain the artistic choices you're making, and you can't help but recoil at that, because you'd rather do anything than look inward. Meanwhile, your classmates have no problem with it, so you start to wonder if you're a real artist at all. Can your art be authentic if it only exists to bolster a thesis statement? Has your art been unauthentic this whole time because you've never really thought about a thesis statement before? Is that what makes it art, and not just the next track on somebody's teen angst playlist?
You can't think about yourself— acknowledging your own existence makes you want to puke. So if your music is an extension of yourself, (and it is, even if it's just because the spotlight reveals only what you want it to,) you can't think about your music. You can't. You have to. Your grade depends on it.
You're Fig Faeth, and you keep multiclassing because you'd rather be a good friend than a great artist. If introspection is what great art demands, then fuck it. You must not be a bard at all.
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