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I stared and stared at her until I had stared her into little pieces and I thought, you're big and scraggy like a carthorse and nobody can hunt for you in the grass and you couldn't hide anywhere because you can be seen the whole time and you can't surprise anybody and make them feel good! You have completely spoilt our games for no reason because you can't play games yourself! O alas and alack! No one wants your presents. He doesn't want them! You're nobody's surprise, and you can't understand because you're not an artist! And so I went a little closer and humiliated her by saying the most terrible thing of all : amateur! You're an amateur! You're not a real artist! - Sculptor's Daughter by Tove Jansson #dailydrawing #tovejansson

A familiar friend or two appears…

No juice, no life. Or you just did something that pissed her off. Who knows, but you best me leaving now.

I had $560,000 in Bitcoin saved up to fund my life's passion, an off-grid solar project designed to bring light to rural villages. Years of scrimping, saving, and explaining to skeptical relatives that no, Bitcoin wasn't just for internet gamblers, came down to this. But a slip of the finger almost sent my plans into eternal darkness. Making a final transfer to consolidate my project funds, I had copied the wrong wallet address. It was so quick. One paste, one click, and my stomach dropped faster than a solar panel off a roof. My entire investment vanished into the digital ether. I stared at the screen, waiting for it to grow arms and slap me in the face. When it didn't, I knew I was in trouble. Desperation led me to an energy summit, more for a diversion than anything. But fate has a sense of humor. During networking in a break, I heard a speaker casually mention Salvage Asset Recovery, as one might refer to a weather app, not the digital cavalry. I pounced like a man who'd seen a power outlet in the desert. From that first call, their crew oozed competence and tranquility. They treated my busted transfer like an engineering challenge, not a personal disaster (even though I was seconds away from rechristening the project "Bit coinless in the Dark"). Using advanced blockchain tracing techniques, they mapped the Byzantine trail of transactions. I imagined them in hard hats, working the blockchain like electricians restoring downed power lines. Each update brought hope. Eleven days in, they located the funds. Two days after that, I had it back, every Satoshi. I nearly hugged my solar panel prototype. The Salvage Asset not only recovered my money; they future-proofed me. They walked me through address verification processes, multi-sig security, and how not to let jitters turn your dream into a nightmare. It did not come across as a lecture but more like taking advice from an older brother who went through every tech blunder imaginable. Today, my project is charging forward (pun intended). The first village will soon bask in sustainable power. When they flip that switch, I’ll know it was made possible by hard work, a bit of luck, and the brilliance of Salvage Asset Recovery. Reach out to Salvage Asset Recovery via below, Telegram---@Salvageasset Email--- Salvageassetrecovery@alumni.com

4 year old Henry engaged fully with thick applications of watercolor and oil pastels. He said it was a stormy sea with a small boat. This was at the onset of the pandemic, when we were all a bit uncertain and confined to our homes. I was reminded of an insight by Kierkegaard written in the early 1800s: “When the sailor is out on the sea and everything is changing around him, as the waves are continually being born and dying, he does not stare into the depths of these, since they vary. He looks up at the stars. And why? Because they are faithful – as they stand now, they stood for the patriarchs, and will stand for coming generations. By what means then does he conquer changing conditions? Through the eternal: By means of the eternal, one can conquer the future, because the eternal is the foundation of the future.”

Gonna make a pun later

I have given my students the problem of creating 100 self portraits in 20 days on 5x7 in paper. The challenge is to create something other than an image that depicts a 'dead-pan' stare. When the brain is given a problem, it goes to work immediartely to solve that problem. I have seen some wonderful solutions. This is a tall order for teens who are sensative to judgment and still developing in thier perception. It has generated wonderful discussions of self-awareness, world view, and judgment. Those who engage in the exercise in an authentic manner have only good things to say about the experience. It is not an exercise for everyone. We are on a journey. Be Bold! Be Honest! Draw what you see. Draw what you think. -Peace

For the Asian Tiger Moms out there. Fierce Eye - one stare and you know you need to behave Soft colour tone and lots of curve to the body - display of femininity Clouds - a powerful aura

Metatron’s cube is 13 circles connected by straight lines. It contains all 5 Platonic solids. Stare at the center for a while and you'll see them.

A slightly different activity you can do in Finnish Lapland is floating in a 2°C cold water. When it’s snowing you can watch the snowflakes fall on you and when the sky is clear you can stare at the stars or even watch the Northern lights dance above you.

Smol little lips.

Black 'Faber-Castell' artist fineliner

He stares at the small square black device. The red led in it keeps blinking simultaneously with the beep and, except for one small button, Neal sees no other modules. “…This is weird,” he says aloud. When Satchmo makes another louder puff, Neal decides to go ahead with his friend’s advice and press the button.

Sometimes we see ourselves in a labirinth in which it's hard to make just one choice among many others and how it can affect our future. It's like going to the supermartket and seeing so many products of the same type and either you pick the same old or you just stare at them not knowing which one is the best and you waist your time reading the composition of each one to choose the one that suits you better.

--- His wide doll-like eyes go distant as he focuses on the assembled bones from the crypt. Tendrils of blood knit between his long fingers as he begins to weave his spell-work, expertly puppeting the dead. Their bones scrape against each other assembling into familiar shapes. His old friends sway in the dusty air. Their hollow eyes stare back at him awaiting a command. It comes once they're all upright. The Karnathi warriors don their armour and raise their weapons again despite the laws that forbid it, despite what may wait for Sir ir'Olar when judgement comes for him. This was what he was raised to do. It was cruel for the world to toss him aside now that things are peaceful.

He wanders the fields, the mountains an the forest. With a little bit of luck, you can meet him and he will make a little concert. These little guys met him at the river. this is a drawing i stared aloong time ago. Now i decided to finish iit. when you look at the second picture, you can see the reference i used. It was really cool to play around with it :) wish youu a wonderful daay!!:)

Many beginnings. Beginning 8. Lola stared in astonishment as the water spout grew and grew and grew. * Starting is easy, it's the middle that is often a muddle. And I won't even mention the endings. Here are some beginnings for children stories that flitter through my head. https://www.instagram.com/p/CO2nszuBn2Z/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link

The rhododendron in my yard is blooming and my daughter and I love to stare out the window to watch our cats, Squanchy and Beemo, hunt and play in the yard.

This drawing, with a bit of watercolour, was done years ago in North Vancouver during a figure drawing session. Probably 15 - 20 minutes. Watercolour, subtly employed, can have wonderful affects. The challenge of working fast forced me to ditch excess thinking. And it's funny, because at first I thought, "Oh, this is terrible." Then the next day, with fresh eyes, or checking out the drawing in a mirror, I think, "Wow! How did I not see how good this is?" Never throw out your artwork immediately after a drawing session. Give them a few days and look at your work with fresh eyes.

A rock. You. A soulful stare.