To Do List.I just realized that I have a massive quantity of unfinished art kicking around... that's partly due to the fact that I was missing my tablet for two weeks because my kitten stole the stylus off my desk and hid it. (I know have a "kitten-proof 'safe'" on my desk where my mouse, stylus mp3 player and some other objects that could be mistaken for toys live.)
*sigh* I need a real desk with drawers!
In anycase, excuses aside I have the folowing incomplete art that needs to get done.
Fanart,
Sailor Sun Colours (for a contsest)
Link & Epona Dressage
Dark Link Eventing Colours
A roll in the hay Lineart (DLxL)
Catastrophe Bird
Raven Pryde Colours
Jazzwind Colours
Mari'Myu Coulours,
Vaulting Art Project
Leap of Faith Colours
And I have the following Art planned but I havn't started yet
Vaulting Stuff
Neil's FreeStyle costume
The Mill
First half of scissors
Second Half of Flank
FanArt
I want to do the other five FEI disciplines (vaulting, reining, show jumping, endurance and driving) with well known ponity eared charactors.
I'm thinking I'll draw Spock for vaulting just because vaulting is my favorite discipln and Star Trek is my favorite fandom ever!
Spock Vaulting,
Somebody Show Jumping
Somebody Endurance
Somebody Reining
Somebody Driving
Catastrophe Bird
John Cassidy
Orion Pryde
Alder Kage
Bryce Drake
Jezuka Rochez
also I'm planing on re-drawing some of my old art. If you want to see something particular re-drawn or want to see a particular charactor again just post a comment on that picture saying you like to see a new version of it.
wow this is quite a list.
not as bad as my work one tho...
Have a good day everyone!
Cheers
Sanchara
Happy
His face of parchment, seamed and gray,
With wheezy bow and proffered hat,
An old blind violinist sat.
Like one from whose worn heart to heat
Of life had long ago retired,
He played to the unheeding street
Until the thin old hands were tired.
Few marked the player how he played,
Or how the child beside his knee
Besought the passers-by for aid
So softly and so wistfully.
A stranger passed. The little hand
Went forth, so often checked and spurned.
The stranger wavered, came to stand,
Looked round with absent eyes and turned.
He saw the sightless withered face,
The tired old hands, the whitened hair,
The child with such a mournful grace,
The little features pinched and spare.
"I have no money, but," said he,
"Give me the violin and bow.
I'll play a little, we shall see,
Whether the gold will come or no."
With lifted brow and flashing eyes
He faced the noisy street and played.
The people turned in quick surprise,
And every foot drew near and stayed.
First from the shouting bow he sent
A summons, an impetuous call;
Then some old store of grief long pent
Broke from his heart and mastered all.
Th tumult sank at his command,
The passing wheels were hushed and stilled;
The burning soul, the sweeping hand
A sacred ecstasy fulfilled.
The darkness of the outer strife,
The weariness and want within,
The giant wrongfulness of life,
Leaped storming from the violin.
Th jingling round of pleasure broke,
Gay carriages were drawn anear,
And all the proud and haughty folk
Leaned from their cushioned seats to hear.
And then the player changed his tone,
And wrought another miracle
Of music, half a prayer, half moan,
A cry exceeding sorrowful.
A strain of pity for the weak,
The poor that fall without a cry,
The common hearts that never speak,
But break beneath the press and die.
Throughout the great and silent crowd
The music fell on human ears,
And many kindly heads were bowed,
And many eyes were warm with tears.
"And now your gold," the player cried,
"While love is master of your mood;"
He bowed, and turned, and slipped aside,
And vanished in the multitude.
And all the people flocked at that,
The money like a torrent rolled,
Until the gray old battered hat
Was bursting to the brim with gold.
And loudly as the giving grew,
The question rose on every part,
If any named or any knew
The stranger with so great a heart,
Or what the moving wonder meant,
Such playing never heard before;
A lady from her carriage leant,
And murmured softly, "It was Spohr."
(by Archibald Lampman)
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From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.
JRR Tolkien
but I can play Zelda on my new calculator <.<
--
Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so;
For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow,
Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
so are you taking math 12 in the fall?
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"All the treasures of the earth lay between thine eyes. In thee shall be the love of the Lord of the Earth. Thou shalt fly without wings and conquer without sword."
Or I could take two blocks of art <.<
--
Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so;
For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow,
Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
--
"All the treasures of the earth lay between thine eyes. In thee shall be the love of the Lord of the Earth. Thou shalt fly without wings and conquer without sword."
[link]
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**Sometimes running is the only thing you have left. I would know. I have gone down that road before. Its not fun.**
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