I have been trying for three days to make Real Art. Art that was interesting and complex and which I could look at and go “I have made a Cool Thing and the world is better for it.”
After one questionable and one outright miserable failure that self-destructed, I have returned to my artistic roots.
Horrifyingly, I actually feel a little better now.
This made me smile, so the world IS better for it! hooray!
Is that a battle spoon? or a hiking spoon? or is it just something shiny that the fairy picked up because it’s shiny?
This is going into my “possible Ursula Vernon tattoos” folder
Let people praise Polar Court—that pic with the mouse climbing up the curb amongst those marvelously dappled leaves will always stand as a highlight for me in terms of Ursula Vernon Real Art.
…This is the perfect image for my life at the moment. See, I’m a fairy in Cendrillon (opera by Massanet; it’s French Cinderella) and originally the director wanted the singer fairies to be indistinguishable from the dancer fairies. Then 4/6 of the singer fairies did not know their music when they were supposed to.
Director’s revenge: We are now the dim fairies, and we do a lot of clusterfucking while the dancer fairies laugh at us. Since I am one of the two who did the work, I find it kind of funny.
And then you drew us. It’s perfect.
World totally improved.
It takes a great deal of skill to turn black lines into smiles and joy. If the purpose of art is to make us feel, that’s as real as it gets, lady.