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The irony is that today's load of comments from Elfwood mostly consisted of arguments about religion, and whether or not someone was fat. And I don't care about those. I have seen those all before. I confess, I rarely read past the first three lines because...well...it's all been said, probably years ago.

However, there was a subset of comments totally unrelated that I did notice, 'cos they were just so...so... something.

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ursulav

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The irony is that today’s load of comments from Elfwood mostly consisted of arguments about religion, and whether or not someone was fat. And I don’t care about those. I have seen those all before. I confess, I rarely read past the first three lines because…well…it’s all been said, probably years ago.

However, there was a subset of comments totally unrelated that I did notice, ‘cos they were just so…so… something.

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Originally published at Tea with the Squash God. You can comment here or there.


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ursulav

Backlog

It occurs to me that these are both paintings that have been around for a bit, and I never posted 'em here (or in the case of the hummingbird, much of anywhere.)

Quick study of trees that succumbed to Small-Animal-In-A-Hat-itis
http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/11718677/

A small Gearworld homage to my mom's art, which may possibly have symbolism relevant to my need for a root canal at time of painting. Which makes me wonder, now that I think of it--there are so many paintings we interpret in terms of universal Big Symbols, like life and death and nature and man and whatnot. I wonder how many of those were actually about the artist needing dental work or having an overdue student loan bill or being unable to find weed or something.

Hell, for all I know, Moby Dick is actually the saga of Melville's struggle with a really big zit on his nose. You know...one of the ones that keep coming back. A man could go mad trying to find that great white monster. Losing a hand...okay, that's a stretch, I'll grant you, but otherwise, I can see it. Call me Ishmael.

What the hell was I talking about again?
http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/11505054/

breeden
ursulav

Backlog

It occurs to me that these are both paintings that have been around for a bit, and I never posted ‘em here (or in the case of the hummingbird, much of anywhere.)

Quick study of trees that succumbed to Small-Animal-In-A-Hat-itis
http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/11718677/

A small Gearworld homage to my mom’s art, which may possibly have symbolism relevant to my need for a root canal at time of painting. Which makes me wonder, now that I think of it–there are so many paintings we interpret in terms of universal Big Symbols, like life and death and nature and man and whatnot. I wonder how many of those were actually about the artist needing dental work or having an overdue student loan bill or being unable to find weed or something.

Hell, for all I know, Moby Dick is actually the saga of Melville’s struggle with a really big zit on his nose. You know…one of the ones that keep coming back. A man could go mad trying to find that great white monster. Losing a hand…okay, that’s a stretch, I’ll grant you, but otherwise, I can see it. Call me Ishmael.

What the hell was I talking about again?
http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/11505054/

Originally published at Tea with the Squash God. You can comment here or there.


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ursulav

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"Wow," says Ursula, watching money come into Paypal, "this has been amazing! I've sold three big originals in three days! It's great! I wonder why all these sales are happening right now?"

And then there was a pause.

And very distantly, on the far horizon of Ursula's brain, something was jumping up and down, waving stubby arms and shrieking. A few seconds later, attenuated by the vast, empty, windswept plains that form a surprisingly large amount of Ursula's mental topography, the voice came, carried by the wind, a high, thin wail, saying, "Because you've got Midwest Furfest in less than a month, dorkknob!"

And Ursula said "Oh."

And considered.

And while her brow furrowed in thought and she attempted to count on her fingers several times, the tiny voice reached her yet again, saying, "Face it, you're boned!"

This is nothing new--there's never a convention on earth that you're not boned for, it's a law of nature, just like the law that great things like selling art will nonetheless happen at the least convenient possible time. I'll go into small-piece frenzy here shortly, and fortunately I've still got two or three big pieces that probably won't sell, but will attract buyers, which is a good thing. However, since I'm the GoH at Midwest Furfest, and have the big slew of panels up front, it'd be bloody idiocy to waste it by not having as much art as humanly possible, so...um....time for frenzy, I guess.

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ursulav

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“Wow,” says Ursula, watching money come into Paypal, “this has been amazing! I’ve sold three big originals in three days! It’s great! I wonder why all these sales are happening right now?”

And then there was a pause.

And very distantly, on the far horizon of Ursula’s brain, something was jumping up and down, waving stubby arms and shrieking. A few seconds later, attenuated by the vast, empty, windswept plains that form a surprisingly large amount of Ursula’s mental topography, the voice came, carried by the wind, a high, thin wail, saying, “Because you’ve got Midwest Furfest in less than a month, dorkknob!”

And Ursula said “Oh.”

And considered.

And while her brow furrowed in thought and she attempted to count on her fingers several times, the tiny voice reached her yet again, saying, “Face it, you’re boned!”

This is nothing new–there’s never a convention on earth that you’re not boned for, it’s a law of nature, just like the law that great things like selling art will nonetheless happen at the least convenient possible time. I’ll go into small-piece frenzy here shortly, and fortunately I’ve still got two or three big pieces that probably won’t sell, but will attract buyers, which is a good thing. However, since I’m the GoH at Midwest Furfest, and have the big slew of panels up front, it’d be bloody idiocy to waste it by not having as much art as humanly possible, so…um….time for frenzy, I guess.

Originally published at Tea with the Squash God. You can comment here or there.