Magical Creatures

There be fairies and dragons in these parts.

Fuzzy Zzz's

Canyon's pink little nose in macro. He was snoozing in my arms and I snagged my camera. Little boy is such a limp little ragdoll when he sleeps.

Aching Pencils

Okay, I'll admit it. I draw. Sometimes. I even get get out the occasional thing that isn't that hard on the eyes too. Hence the dA account and all that. However, I haven't worked on anything for quite some time, and the time before those scribblings, quite a spans had passed again. Sad really, as I love drawing, but it seems I have been in an artistic and creative funk for some time now. Years.

It feels as if I have lost an important and sweet dream that flitted off on the wisps of dawn. I'll remember snippets, a blurry frame of phantasm, and those spur me to some sort of industry, such as a single drawing, or a new medium and project such as silk flower fairies or bead decorated keys. It never stays long though, just enough for me to taste the sweet nectar of muse and inspiration before snatching back the cup and fading again into obscurity.

I'm in the midst of another such sweet sip.

Films by Studio Ghibli never fail to urge inspiration within me. Baby Water Dragon has most of the released collection, and we both avidly watch these moving canvases of chimerical fantasy beautifully back dropped by charming melodies. Being the escapist that I am, I tend to wrap myself in the silken threads woven by these inspired storytellers, transporting myself to realms beyond realms. They fill me with such imagery, feelings, desires, and inspirations, at times I feel as if I will simply burst if I am unable to express it in some manner.

However, at this, I usually fail. I usually fail to do anything other than dream, and when I do attempt something, my artistic and writing skills are so atrophied that I utterly fail.

I do not, this time, intend on allowing myself the bitterness of self disappointment. I want to press forward, become more than I am, take a step towards what I see. I look at such artists as the one below and yearn for a fraction of that talent. I know I have it, I just need to tend to it and allow it to blossom. I will never be great, but I know that perhaps I can create something I can be proud of.

This picture has many flaws, but they have a depth of talent I currently lack, something I desperately hope to fix. One step at a time, each one forward.
I have a few different ideas on what I can do to help force myself out of this extremely deep rut. Best one I have is to just put on some music and force something onto the paper until it starts to come smoothly again. It might take a while, and a lot of wasted paper or time, but I never do anything well unless I just jump right into the deep end of the pool.

Old Skool

I make it to Boulder every now and that for various reasons. This time, I just happened to have my camera with me. I found something truly picture worthy outside a cluster of buildings at CSU, just across the way from their law building.

I hope you can see why this picture is just so awesome. *This* might help you know why it's so awesome.

I Want Mai Cheezburgr Nao

Over the weekend, various things tend to happen. Fark will have it's various amusing postings, like the Friday Mugshot Roundup, posted from The Smoking Gun, and then at least one article and thread dedicated to Caturday. Also, my cherished webcomics take the weekend off and I am left edgy for my next one panel giggle or sitting on the edge of my seat in anticipation of what X is going to say to Y and how Z is going to take it.

Yes yes, I know I have no life.

Well, this Saturday, I once again decided to throw my hat, and kitties, into the Caturday thread on Fark. I'm not very good with captions, especially humorous ones, so I decided to let the general Fark freaks have at.


One of our little ones decided that it was cool to play in the collection of grocery bags. We collect them because we reuse them. As you can see, he and his sister are already scattering them. I dunno why cats like to play in plastic bags. Maybe they have some weird asphyxiation fetish.
Anywho, that is the photo I offered up to the masses and this is what they did with it.

I think I got a pretty decent result. It made me giggle and my hubby laugh. It made me decide to try my own hand at it.

Not the best giggle inducer out there, but not bad for my second shot at it. Hopefully I'll be able to pull off some better giggles as I practice more.