Diary Entry

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do not comment me or i will kick you in the game and you will never come near me!
Toya's picture

Toya's human face is art stress!

BLEAAARG. Artface is overwhelmed. Heart is pounding.

*has more art anxiety* This creature I have given birth to is growing quickly, and its getting a mind of its own.

Yes, things are good. It is also scary. I have a lot to do. Always.

Unveiling of Cathay WiIlliams Portrait at Ft. Campbell on 14th of April, which has been almost two months in the making, and far more complex a process than I ever imagined. And more than I even signed up for... signing and embellishing prints right now.

Submitted 4 T-shirt designs at Gallery M.I.A in Asheville. Go check it out.

Another huge but beautiful commission that I am behind on due in 5 days... ACKACKACK.

Hopeful art show in May.

Still need yet more commissions, need to produce more prints.

Want more time for my own art again. rawrawrawrawr!



... I can be calm.

-Emily


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The Diary of Seed, 3-23-11

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When I first woke up, I noticed a group, including Virgil and Ourania, on a hillside. I went to join them, and for a little while wasn't sure exactly what to do -- Virgil and his entourage were sitting, basking in the sunlight like a sect of lizards (Hmm. The collective noun for lizards...I know there is bound to be one. I shall ponder the matter further.) and Ourania, still full of energy and in the mood for a full frolic. I wasn't sure what to do -- I never am, times like these. I knew Ourania would join me if I sat...And that Virgil would let me go if I rose. I eventually decided to stick us all together, and sat down.

That was until Scape showed up. And this decision was so easy that I was away with only a small bow to excuse myself. Ourania, to my pleasant surprise, joined me. It has been ages since I saw Scape last. We greeted eachother with shock and joy, and commenced doing what we do best: silly walks. Turning circles in and out, skipping little half-leaps around eachother in small, self-contained patterns like the jumbling of particles in air. And, of course, playing with the trees, nuzzling them and rubbing against each other. A few times it was a little embaressing -- I mean, undestand that when I planned it, it was his side I was rubbing my cheek against and not -- oh, nevermind. It was funny enough.
It's interesting. I hadn't really thought about how much sitting down I've been doing with most of my time. How little running or playing. Until then, anyway: it was like stretching after a long sleep, and waking up to feel the bright spring air on your face. The season's changed; it's time for fancy-free frolicking, for frisky fun in the green woods. I'll need to remember that. Maybe, if I asked, my friends who are more inclined to thoughtful rest would join me... I'll just...have to work up the courage to ask. They would, right? Right.

Feeling unusually high-spirited as I was, I proposed a game of hide-and-go seek.
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Hello

Just entered a while ago but not that long ago. This game is fun!
Alley10's picture

To be Awake

I woke up and smelt the freash air. I got up and started exploring my new home and surroundings. I went to the playground and played with another fawn. We played for a long time, then said goodbye. I wandered for a while and found a group of older stags. They were whorshiping tein statues. I decided to go over. They didnt seem to notice me so I layed down and dozed off. I had a dream about the twin statues. I learned that they were the gods of the forest. I woke up, seeing my mother in front of me. "Where have you been!" she said, looking at me with worry. "I was just exploring" I replied. "Ok. Just be careful" she said. "I will" I said as we went home and slept for the rest of the day.
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Antics 3-15 to 18-11 [image heavy]

You know the drill? |D

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dear fawns

i like fawns im a fawn and i have no one to play with im at the pond danceing with other deer if you want to join us dance you can we want you to. i want to be your friend i like to play with you. i have no mom i never seen my mom ever. im alone so please come dance with me at the pond.
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