A Crow and Reeds on the Bank of a Stream is a painting by Kawanabe Kyosai
Ok rote fandom you're gonna like this.
My school (which has nothing to do with art) did an artistic competition between students, and I participated in a few catégories, such as ✨️animation ✨️
(btw I won this one)
The theme of the competition was "Symbiosis", aaand I did a fan-animation of Fitz and the Foul 🫣😈
I told my friends but the public and the jury don't know.
Brooo FxF WON !!
(I will probably delete this post in a few weeks after I take the time to polish the animation, I'm not satisfied with it right now, I was running late)
Rules were :
- No more than 30 sec (oupsy)
- To animate a transformation/fusion
- and we need to attribute a colour to each character
Cat illustrations created by editing recent photos of my cat...
The image and the associated poem. I think you know what it's about.
Pain
𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘵… 𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥… 𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦…
𝘔𝘺 𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘩 … 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘐𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘯…
𝘔𝘺 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘐𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘥 Lays in a heap…
𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘢 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘱𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘵 𝘔𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘤𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵... 𝘔𝘺 𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 S𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘴…
𝘗𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘸𝘯 all 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵, 𝘘𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘵𝘴 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘥𝘦…
𝘔𝘺 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘯𝘢𝘱 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯,
𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘵…
𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱…
𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘐? 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘩𝘦? 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘦?
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘐𝘵 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥…
𝘙𝘦𝘥… 𝘉𝘭𝘶𝘦… 𝘞𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘦 …
𝘈𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘺… !
𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘱… 𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨…
𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦… !
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥…
𝘏𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦!
𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳… 𝘕𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳…
𝒩𝒪, 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵
𝘔𝘺 𝘍𝘪𝘵𝘻… 𝘉𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥… 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 ...
𝘐𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯…
𝘠𝘦𝘵... 𝘪𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘥..
𝘕𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘯…
𝘐 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦… 𝘐 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦… 𝘔𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘐𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴
𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘱…
𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱… 𝘐 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘵…
𝐼 𝒹𝑜 𝒩𝒪𝒯 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓀 𝘏𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘵…
𝘠𝘦𝘵,
Fitzloved doodles yayyy
Light of the Harem, c. 1880
Frederic Leighton
"In that last dance of chances
When I know you'll not be mine
I will let you go with longing
And the hope that you'll be fine."
/The latest pictures I drew while reading. It's hard for me to describe how mentally devastated I was. Yes, I'm not opposed to taking a break to read rw chronicles. The last picture is an attempt to figure out how Beloved looks in darker colors(brown as an appleseed🥺)
/And now, something else. In the translation to my native language, the poem sounded a little different and I decided to translate it back literally. This is the first version I read, and damn it, the dance of hope? There's no hope here. I really like this version, but damn it, how I cried.
The last dance is a dance of hope,
Fleeting, like a dream and smoke.
I will leave the hall, unable to watch,
How easily you spin with someone else.
The last dance is a dance of hope...
The weight of farewell is heavy.
May the other one, to whom you’ll go,
Return your wings.
The last dance is a dance of hope...
I’ll let you go without a word.
May the one who will take my place,
Give you love.
The last dance is a dance of hope...
The thread fades, breaks.
To know each other - and lose everything,
And live... and not live... not live.
Beloved, I have missed your company
[ID: a medieval-style digital drawing of FitzChivalry Farseer and Beloved in front of a hearth, lit dimly and warmly by firelight. Fitz is wearing a blue tunic, leather vest, grey leggings, and leather boots, with a sword on his hip. He’s standing, one hand held to his heart and the other raised as if to emphasize his speech. Beloved, as Lord Golden, is seated in a wooden chair atop a red and gold pillow, wearing a deep blue capelet, lavender shirt, purple and gold striped vest, magenta leggings, and brown laced shoes. He has a soft expression on his face. Beneath them is text in gothic script with a decorated initial B reading “Beloved, I have missed your company.” Around the image is a checkered border of small gold and jewel-toned squares filled with leaves, flowers, and vines. In the center bottom edge of the border, Nighteyes, a grey wolf, crouches with a playful expression on his face.]
There are also sketches made before I started reading the last trilogy. Just comfort things.
Blog to share my digital art created in Photoshop mostly for Realm of Elderlings but also other fantasy and sci-fi books and shows. I will also share some photography and possibly other tentative thoughts and fascinations when the fancy strikes me.Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice; Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment. (William Shakespeare )
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