Written By Lucita
July 24, 2022, 7:43 p.m.(1/25/1018 AR)
Sometimes just slipping into a familiar building to warm up after a cold wintery walk turns into a meeting when encountering other people there.
Written By Fortunato
July 24, 2022, 5:16 p.m.(1/24/1018 AR)
I meant to begin my writings on the gods with Limerance, but with the appearance of the web bound to the belltower, I must begin with something about Jayus.
Inspiration can come from many sources. I am inspired by that which I cannot comprehend perfectly. As this is nearly everything, when I leave myself open to inspiration, I can exist in a state of partial wonder. I can always be struck and struck again at the immensity of the world and that my smallness within it does not render it any less wonderful. I feel that when I set out to create a work, I do not truly set out to capture a feeling, an image, a memory. What I put down in canvas is never what I experience, and never quite what passes through my mind, or stays in my mind like a haunting. It may be an interpretation of an experience, or many experiences, or what I put down may be something inspired in more oblique ways. What I hope, when I create, is perhaps to create some catharsis for myself, and perhaps act as some small part of wonder, inspiration, 'spark' for others.
The web over the cathedral is a wonderful piece of art and also a wonderful metaphor for the complex process of inspiration that spurs art. The web is complex, light-catching, and light-changing, it begs study and understanding, but you will never fully 'encompass' everything it is, any more than a single painting can encompass every sunrise and sunset. Inspiration exists in the world. It is self-renewing. And in creating art, we aid in and add to the world's breadth of inspiration.
Inspiration can come from many sources. I am inspired by that which I cannot comprehend perfectly. As this is nearly everything, when I leave myself open to inspiration, I can exist in a state of partial wonder. I can always be struck and struck again at the immensity of the world and that my smallness within it does not render it any less wonderful. I feel that when I set out to create a work, I do not truly set out to capture a feeling, an image, a memory. What I put down in canvas is never what I experience, and never quite what passes through my mind, or stays in my mind like a haunting. It may be an interpretation of an experience, or many experiences, or what I put down may be something inspired in more oblique ways. What I hope, when I create, is perhaps to create some catharsis for myself, and perhaps act as some small part of wonder, inspiration, 'spark' for others.
The web over the cathedral is a wonderful piece of art and also a wonderful metaphor for the complex process of inspiration that spurs art. The web is complex, light-catching, and light-changing, it begs study and understanding, but you will never fully 'encompass' everything it is, any more than a single painting can encompass every sunrise and sunset. Inspiration exists in the world. It is self-renewing. And in creating art, we aid in and add to the world's breadth of inspiration.
Written By Remus
July 24, 2022, 3:41 p.m.(1/24/1018 AR)
No party is complete without unchecked fire. My eyebrows disagree.
Written By Raven
July 24, 2022, 2:21 p.m.(1/24/1018 AR)
The diamond dalliance seems to have gone well, everyone had a grand time and I have accepted that Lord Savio will always look better than I do-it warms the heart to see how much joy he and Lord Orland find with each other. Even Duchess Evelynn made an appearance, Prince Sebastian's ability to make friends when he keeps himself locked away working is truely impressive.
Written By Aisha
July 24, 2022, 1:46 p.m.(1/24/1018 AR)
I dreamed of a wreath made of our hair. All different colored locks of it, woven together. I knew, in that strange way that you just know things in dreams, that someone had cut them off roughly with a knife. It was horrifying. I wanted to tear it down and hide it, but I didn't want to touch it, because everything was...sticky? I do not know if you actually feel things when you dream, or if you just think that you did, once you wake up, but everything 'felt' distinctly, unpleasantly sticky; I could feel it running down my arms, and I didn't want that...thing to be stuck forever to my hands.
Now I am awake, and I just feel foolish.
My dress, however, is perfect, and made it through in one piece.
Now I am awake, and I just feel foolish.
My dress, however, is perfect, and made it through in one piece.
Written By Thea
July 24, 2022, 11:08 a.m.(1/24/1018 AR)
I don't look forward to much these days, but right now? I definitely feel that changing.
Written By Rosalind
July 24, 2022, 11:04 a.m.(1/24/1018 AR)
I'm learning that in times of chaos, we do better together. Instead of arguing and fighting amongst ourselves.
Written By Thea
July 24, 2022, 10:40 a.m.(1/24/1018 AR)
Before I got pulled away, I thoroughly enjoyed Pravuses Diamond Dalliance. I can't recall if I've ever attended one prior. It was--very. Well...I feel like it should be experienced by all.
Written By Denica
July 24, 2022, 12:07 a.m.(1/23/1018 AR)
If you can't handle the heat, step away from the flame.
Forgive me when the smoke clears, I only know who I am.
Forgive me when the smoke clears, I only know who I am.
Written By Thea
July 23, 2022, 11:18 p.m.(1/23/1018 AR)
Meetings. So many meetings in my future. And a trip to Highhill. Busy days ahead....
Written By Rosalind
July 23, 2022, 11 p.m.(1/23/1018 AR)
So much information. So much to go through! All in all, I think it was a successful Explorers meeting.
Written By Mabelle
July 23, 2022, 12:45 p.m.(1/22/1018 AR)
Relationship Note on Liara
Some friendships are brave and long lasting. Some I am honored to call friend. Some are both.
Written By Mabelle
July 23, 2022, 8:52 a.m.(1/22/1018 AR)
Take the time to mourn the loss of your loved ones or you will find you will need to mourn your mirth as well.
Written By Oriana
July 23, 2022, 8:28 a.m.(1/22/1018 AR)
When Donato and I were young, we had a governess we liked very much. She was strict, but understood the need for young children to be set free every day, and that doing so, unleashing their limbs to be flung wildly in the serf or play with wooden swords on the beach, does in fact refine their pens in more subdued moments.
She was not from Caina. One day, after she misjudged the speed of an approaching storm and we were stranded in a low tide cave until it was over, she fell very ill. She developed a cough that shook her entire body, and in the night she coughed so violently that she struck her head upon the bed, and that is how she died.
I feel a tickle in my throat.
She was not from Caina. One day, after she misjudged the speed of an approaching storm and we were stranded in a low tide cave until it was over, she fell very ill. She developed a cough that shook her entire body, and in the night she coughed so violently that she struck her head upon the bed, and that is how she died.
I feel a tickle in my throat.
Written By Nigel
July 23, 2022, 6:39 a.m.(1/22/1018 AR)
It's most definitely an art.
N.
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Written By Enyo
July 23, 2022, 12:52 a.m.(1/21/1018 AR)
Entry #2, 1018
I'm changing it up. Instead of by days, we'll just count by how ever many I manage to write. You may be asking yourself why, dear Scholar, and let me tell you why. Counting how many days between entries feels like a really hard thing to do, and I find that I'd just rather spend my time doing other things.
What other things? Is this what you are asking?
WELL! Let me tell you.
I found myself having a very interesting discussion about how pigeons are not doves, only to discover that they ARE! I'm still torn on how I feel about this. Are they? Maybe...I still want to say that my initial question remains unanswered. So if there is anyone that actually knows the answer that happens to read this one day, please. I beg of you....
Do doves taste as delicious as pigeon? Especially with a nice dark red wine...and roasted root vegetables. Delicious.
Now I'm hungry, Scholar. I shall say that I look forward to anyone who may be able to answer this question.
I'm changing it up. Instead of by days, we'll just count by how ever many I manage to write. You may be asking yourself why, dear Scholar, and let me tell you why. Counting how many days between entries feels like a really hard thing to do, and I find that I'd just rather spend my time doing other things.
What other things? Is this what you are asking?
WELL! Let me tell you.
I found myself having a very interesting discussion about how pigeons are not doves, only to discover that they ARE! I'm still torn on how I feel about this. Are they? Maybe...I still want to say that my initial question remains unanswered. So if there is anyone that actually knows the answer that happens to read this one day, please. I beg of you....
Do doves taste as delicious as pigeon? Especially with a nice dark red wine...and roasted root vegetables. Delicious.
Now I'm hungry, Scholar. I shall say that I look forward to anyone who may be able to answer this question.
Written By Caspian
July 22, 2022, 3:36 p.m.(1/20/1018 AR)
Relationship Note on Haakon
true.. but the Black Pigeon sounds far less intimidating then the Black Dove.
Written By Zakhar
July 22, 2022, 9:07 a.m.(1/20/1018 AR)
The art of telling someone to fuck off.
It can be done peacefully with a nudge towards the door, some will even say to include a smile.
I prefer to offer to take a thumb off of their hands, add it to the satchel which I carry.
It can be done peacefully with a nudge towards the door, some will even say to include a smile.
I prefer to offer to take a thumb off of their hands, add it to the satchel which I carry.
Written By Savio
July 22, 2022, 8:59 a.m.(1/20/1018 AR)
Relationship Note on Haakon
It's all true.
Written By Pasquale
July 22, 2022, 8:48 a.m.(1/20/1018 AR)
I hate the cold.
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