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I've seen a few Journal entries folks wrote, summarizing what they accomplish in 2017 and hope to do in 2018.
It's late, I really should try to sleep: so I'll write this instead. But my wife would remind me of the nature of time, why acknowledging reality is a good idea, and suchlike. So I'll make this brief. Besides, I wasn't taking notes, and I'm not really sure what happened in 2017.
Last year was a rough one for my household, and me. Various medical issues, a few of them emergencies, that sort of thing. That may or may not explain why depression and other glitches I've enjoyed - make that experienced - for most of my life made December a particularly hard one for me.
I've talked about that on my blog: "The Magi, Meds and me" > Getting Weird at Chistmas and "Disorders, Decisions" > "Decisions." Be aware, if you follow the links, that I'm a Catholic and take my faith seriously. But I try to avoid being humorless, boring, or annoying - - - and certainly not rabidly fanatical.
But rabid fanatics probably think they're sane and everyone else is crazy, so what do I know? (I have no idea what Young Doctor Mizuno is doing there.)
Anyway, I'd been away from visual art - doing it, that is - for some time. These images take time to get ready. I'm mostly a writer, give myself deadlines for that so I do *something,* and time I spend making images isn't spent researching and writing.
Besides, I had a very serious crisis of confidence - more like unpleasant surprise - when my wife pointed out something about an ongoing project that I'd missed, a matter of perceptions and I'll leave it at that.
She was right, I should have spotted the matter and changed direction a lot earlier, and missing the SNAFU really shook me up. That was probably in 2016. Like I said, I hadn't been taking notes. Getting over that took time, and it took me time to find the virtual camera I carry with me when I let my mind's eye off the leash. Metaphorically speaking.
I don't know if I'll match the 'one new piece each week' schedule I had at one point. I do, however, have a few pictures in various stages of incompleteness; so one of them should show up eventually. Meanwhile, I'm checking in almost daily and seeing what other folks are creating. That's fun.
Next year I hope to finish and upload at least a few new images, keep up my writing, and enjoy this wonder-filled universe.
It's late, I really should try to sleep: so I'll write this instead. But my wife would remind me of the nature of time, why acknowledging reality is a good idea, and suchlike. So I'll make this brief. Besides, I wasn't taking notes, and I'm not really sure what happened in 2017.
Last year was a rough one for my household, and me. Various medical issues, a few of them emergencies, that sort of thing. That may or may not explain why depression and other glitches I've enjoyed - make that experienced - for most of my life made December a particularly hard one for me.
I've talked about that on my blog: "The Magi, Meds and me" > Getting Weird at Chistmas and "Disorders, Decisions" > "Decisions." Be aware, if you follow the links, that I'm a Catholic and take my faith seriously. But I try to avoid being humorless, boring, or annoying - - - and certainly not rabidly fanatical.
But rabid fanatics probably think they're sane and everyone else is crazy, so what do I know? (I have no idea what Young Doctor Mizuno is doing there.)
Anyway, I'd been away from visual art - doing it, that is - for some time. These images take time to get ready. I'm mostly a writer, give myself deadlines for that so I do *something,* and time I spend making images isn't spent researching and writing.
Besides, I had a very serious crisis of confidence - more like unpleasant surprise - when my wife pointed out something about an ongoing project that I'd missed, a matter of perceptions and I'll leave it at that.
She was right, I should have spotted the matter and changed direction a lot earlier, and missing the SNAFU really shook me up. That was probably in 2016. Like I said, I hadn't been taking notes. Getting over that took time, and it took me time to find the virtual camera I carry with me when I let my mind's eye off the leash. Metaphorically speaking.
I don't know if I'll match the 'one new piece each week' schedule I had at one point. I do, however, have a few pictures in various stages of incompleteness; so one of them should show up eventually. Meanwhile, I'm checking in almost daily and seeing what other folks are creating. That's fun.
Next year I hope to finish and upload at least a few new images, keep up my writing, and enjoy this wonder-filled universe.
Not Quite a Stroke
This August has been excessively interesting so far. I'm starting to get back online -- slowly.
The good news is that I don't seem to have lost any major abilities.
The disquieting news is that I can't be sure until I catch up on sleep. Assuming that the way I've been feeling comes from an all-nighter followed by nearly two weeks of inadequate sleep. A continuing intermittent release of stored anxiety hasn't been helping.
Thanks to a medical incident, I've now seen the inside of an ambulance and MRI machine: fascinating experiences.
About 36 hours of assorted diagnostic procedures let me know that something actually happened, did no obse
Still Fogbound
I got a ride home yesterday evening, after an excessively interesting Thursday night and Friday. I'm still fogbound, which is pretty good. Considering some alternatives.
The good news is that I didn't have a stroke Thursday night.
The somewhat-unsettling news is that it took a local emergency room and hospital in the town/city down the road to make sure. The experience was stressful for my family.
Me, too: but being in the middle of the processes helped distract me. Their main distraction, other than getting sporadic reports as the medicos eliminated possibilities, was water heater. It failed, flooding the basement.
Being fascinated by
Fogbound in Minnesota
I had a full, adequate night's sleep last night - for the first time in weeks. Four hours was all I managed on the night before that. It's frustrating. And, more to the point, not good for mental clarity. An obvious cause for sleep disturbances are muscle cramps - but what's causing them isn't entirely clear either.
Enough of the self-pity. Now, the reason I'm writing this - - - you may, or may not, have noticed that I usually check in here at Deviant Art daily. That didn't happen today, and may not happen tomorrow.
Today I was, technically, awake. But I wasn't up to even the light mental exercise involved in weeing what folks have posted,
Software, Time, and the Shoulders of Giants
A question about Waiting for Christmas reminded me that I haven't rambled on about how I make these pictures for at least a few weeks. Probably longer, and that's another topic.
I've compared what I do to studio photography: with an unrealistically enormous studio.
I do some of my own model-making, but mostly use or modify commercially-available models I've accumulated over the years.
For example: Waiting for Christmas is set in Daz's Redhouse Christmas Carol and R.C. Expansion Pack, plus odds and ends from other products.
The customer is CDI's Kioki (Capsces Digital Ink), the girl is Daz's Laura (Millennium Kids - Young Teens), her dres
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