for the 14th of Juneforest today it's time for water
For this day I decided to draw the otter-like marapets named Quell swimming at the bottom of a river while finding a shell
for the 13th of Juneforest today it's red's turn
For this day I decided to draw the little fawn known as Deery Lou who, while walking through a huge forest in autumn, saw how the leaves turned red ❤️
for the 31st and last day of Maymaginations, today it's time to sleep
For this day I decided to draw the adorable, very sleepy blue koala from bt21 known as koya but you are not alone since he has a curious special guest next to him, thank you all for enjoying these drawings I hope you liked it
at some point,
information becomes knowledge.
at some point,
knowledge becomes wisdom.
at some point,
wisdom become awareness.
and so on and so forth.
(my original illustration)
It may be a surprise, but I am only now reading 1st book on UFOs ( I have been mostly interested in aliens as fiction or in ttRPGs). I just learned about the Arecibo Message.
Frank Drake sent a message of 1679 bits to his fellow UFO friends and said that this was a mathematical message he wanted to send to the aliens. While not all cultures share language, we all share math.
To test if it was decode-able, he asked them to figure out what it meant with no other context. They failed.
So he sent it to more UFO friends. They failed, too.
So he put it in a decoder magazine and got exactly one correct answer from an electrician. 1679 is the product of two semi-prime numbers, which should get you to realize it’s a 23 *73 picture.
Bu needless to say if the interpretation rate was that low amongst earthlings, the hopes for alien communication seemed dim. Especially since the message will take 25K years to arrive.
But we do have C’therax and Friends’ take above – admittedly the DNA double helix (blue) does look like a butterflyish thing.
Se riesco ad accettare che il mio mondo interiore può essere estremamente vulnerabile e che forse posso cadere mille volte, in cui mi sembra di essermi dimenticata tutto quello che ho imparato, ma altrettante sono le volte in cui ci provo, allora del fallimento poco importa. È solo una salita, e abbassando le aspettative verso la presunta performance che dovrei avere, posso perdonarmi anche quando proprio non vorrei, anche quando tutto quello che detesto di me viene a galla, anche quando cado troppe volte nelle stesse buche, quando penso troppo e la mente diventa un groviglio confuso dal quale vorrei scappare, quando mi deprimo troppo e respirare sembra insostenibile, quando perdo ogni speranza nella mia capacità di vincere le crisi, quando vorrei piangere, ma mi dimentico come si fa.
I'm good at titles not at all... Had a chance to try out black paper with neon colored pencils. Although I used a couple of regular ones since they can appear a bit on Black - and there's a small amount of colors I got. Regardless, it was relaxing to try out something completely different.
