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Happy birthday, BZP! Not sure if I should make a topic for this or just add a birthdaygreeting post, but here goes! An art attempt at honoring the site staff! 21 tiny tributes. Each is a mini 3x3" pencil and mechanical pencil drawing on watercolor paper. Sealed with Krylon Workable Fixatif spray. ~62.5 hours (please forgive if faulty figures!) total set drawing time, done from lap desk + tablet reference photos. My utmost apologies for detailing differences, "happy accidents", small dots/blemishes on a few of these that the free version of Pixlr wouldn't allow me to remove, and any current staff I've maybe missed (uncertain as staff page did not list everyone) ! Thanks to each and every one for all the work done to make the site fun! A special thank you to xccj for abounding aid in art inspiration and extensive advice on staff history! Doc with full size scans/more pictures. Original drawings mailed to Black Six. Doc with full resolution scans and more pictures. In order: @Eyru@GSR@Erebus@xccj@Dimensioneer@SPIRIT@Emzee @Ta-metru_defender@Nuju Metru@Nukaya@ChocolateFrogs@Black Six@Binkmeister@InnerRayg @Zatth@dviddy@Takuma Nuva@Sumiki@Tufi Piyufi@Brappy Hour@danny316p
Buy your daughter LEGO, and she may (try to) rebuild your home one day? My grandfather rebuilt it first. Enormous gratitude to the family friends who we owe our lives to! And countless other helpers! Home is also not 100% done and I have zero perspective on what it looks like to others! It's been an insane one year process here. Former animal hoarder home. **Cannot continue chronicling without content warning.** Links contain descriptions and pictures of unsafe living conditions for all life forms (aside from vermin, perhaps), slight discussion of suffering/poor treatment of both humans and animals, a plethora of questionable building tactics brought on by necessity, collective incoherence of a chronically ill, no skill carpenter, and plenty of projects not recommended to try at home. I have no idea if I’m allowed to post this here, or anywhere online, honestly. We lived it and cleaned it, but certainly did not approve of the unfortunate and peculiar occurrences. Extreme apologies if not allowed! Doc/Story link: A Hundred-Year Old House of Horror…? (Links have more photos of after, before & during renovations.) Porch Foyer, Stairs & Hall. Living & Sun Room Office Hall Bath The Big Bedroom Basement Kicthen & Dining Laundry Room Upstairs Foyer & Closet The Royal Retreat The MushRoom The Sam Suite Outside ♫Through the dark, through the door Through where no one's been before But it feels like home There's a house we can build Every room inside is filled With things from far away They can say, they can say it all sounds crazy They can say, they can say I've lost my mind I don't care, I don't care, so call me crazy We can live in a world that we design♫
Oh how blessed to be blogging! Even for a slight scrap of an entry, for it feels as though it’s been a century. Six months have slipped by in this adventure, under six more and current content shall be censored no more. In light of upcoming bird-day, I simply couldn’t shy away! Little, tired scrapbook styled cards. Drawn ink doodle original, then the printed b&w and filled with colored pencil. Only 4. Sewn on chicken feather. I haven’t a smidge of insight on what exactly this copper hollow object was originally. I found it in the crooked creekside green barn, naturally befriended it as a prospective pumpkin. Sanded, Barkeeper’s Friend shiny scrub, sewing machine sewn stemish stuff. And might grab the low-light graphite scans! Well, actually some are photos because no scanner access then. Done in May during definitely the worst week of my life, in someone’s shadowy basement. Guilt inherent, couldn’t pay rent, nor could my parent, nor would any take it. So, “Art, must make it!”. Rushed art crushed my detailing ideals. I would say I’m ashamed, but hey, at this point I cannot believe we’re still at all sane. 9x12” 1967 Chevelle, apparently. Thanks, Deputy. Seriously. Minis, 4x6’s Convenient when portraits are publicly hanging around houses. Reference from tablet photos of photographs. From a weathered wallet size fauna photo set. Bear baby- I now see I scanned in in too-low res, will redo eventually. Deer- Looks like maybe too low quality scanned too? RIP if so, gave it to a helper. Owl- This one was actually done at pasthome in April. First discovery work of “I can sharpen the mechanical pencil graphite bit finer in an open regular pencil sharpener?!” I completely forgot these existed until sorting out my costume and art trunk the other day. Is existential amnesia a thing? Six months, the number of our identities slumber. I’ve role-called in as the ragamuffin renovation & rat carcass removal robot, and given its continuation, it pervades my every thought. But the projects, to my ability, are vehemently vanishing. I can honestly say it's almost done and we somehow survived. I do apologize for the mandatory vagueness of all this, words are so powerless with no pictures to go with. Feebly, in disbelief, I’m rejoicing, starting to remember me, it feels so happy. Much more importantly to me, that same personhood phenomenon blazes in the eyes of someone who had absolutely lost her illusion of life. I truly like it, humanity. It’s beautiful, being alive. And I give a great gratitude to this dear old site. The raffles/contests here have literally made my year. It always felt comforting to me, here. So often my circumstances have uncontrollably crashed, but here stands this little relic of a community, rather unchanged. Virtual hugs, dear life, and what is left of BZP. Thanks to thee! “ ‘Dear old world', she murmured, 'you are very lovely, and I am glad to be alive in you.’ ” — L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables.