![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Murphy has been having fun with me lately.
A few weeks ago, I posted about our outing to see Stars on Ice. Well, that morning, Bobby had complained of a scratchy throat. We chalked it up to spring in Carroll County and allergies. By the car ride home from the show that night, he was running a fever and chilled and achy.
For the next two weeks, our family would basically be immobilized by this little virus. First Bobby had it, and it put him out for about a week. Then, right as he was recovering, lo! I got it, and I was out of work for three of five days.
This threw a serious wrench into the cogs of multiple plans. We missed SCA, gaming, and a ballroom dance we were supposed to go to. It sucked.
Well, we're all recovered now. So yesterday, we decide we want to kick off the hiking season by taking a stroll with the Goldens in the Charlotte's Quest Nature Center right here in Manchester. We crest a hill and there is a most lovely pond, and I'm so absorbed in looking at the tender spring leaves reflected in its dark waters that I step right off of the path and into a ditch and twist my ankle.
>:^(
I also scraped up my elbow, wrist, hands, and leg in the fall. I went down like a sack of cement. The only good thing was the my mind had wandered so far that I was about a half-inch from the ground before I realized, "Oh. I fell down," 'cause otherwise I might have hurt my wrists too, trying to catch myself, and would have been scraped up worse than I am, which isn't too bad, all things considered.
Bobby was most impressed that I never let go of Lancelot's leash all during the fall.
I finally got to go back to SCA last night. And Master Tristan had found a good piece for me to work on for my first official illumination. Unfortunately, I will have to remove the miniature painting of the guy being flayed alive before I can stand to look at it without passing out.
Howdy, Murphy.
A few weeks ago, I posted about our outing to see Stars on Ice. Well, that morning, Bobby had complained of a scratchy throat. We chalked it up to spring in Carroll County and allergies. By the car ride home from the show that night, he was running a fever and chilled and achy.
For the next two weeks, our family would basically be immobilized by this little virus. First Bobby had it, and it put him out for about a week. Then, right as he was recovering, lo! I got it, and I was out of work for three of five days.
This threw a serious wrench into the cogs of multiple plans. We missed SCA, gaming, and a ballroom dance we were supposed to go to. It sucked.
Well, we're all recovered now. So yesterday, we decide we want to kick off the hiking season by taking a stroll with the Goldens in the Charlotte's Quest Nature Center right here in Manchester. We crest a hill and there is a most lovely pond, and I'm so absorbed in looking at the tender spring leaves reflected in its dark waters that I step right off of the path and into a ditch and twist my ankle.
>:^(
I also scraped up my elbow, wrist, hands, and leg in the fall. I went down like a sack of cement. The only good thing was the my mind had wandered so far that I was about a half-inch from the ground before I realized, "Oh. I fell down," 'cause otherwise I might have hurt my wrists too, trying to catch myself, and would have been scraped up worse than I am, which isn't too bad, all things considered.
Bobby was most impressed that I never let go of Lancelot's leash all during the fall.
I finally got to go back to SCA last night. And Master Tristan had found a good piece for me to work on for my first official illumination. Unfortunately, I will have to remove the miniature painting of the guy being flayed alive before I can stand to look at it without passing out.
Howdy, Murphy.
Tags:
![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
(no subject)
Date: 2008-04-26 04:36 pm (UTC)But, wow. Is that miniature painting so detailed? :O
(no subject)
Date: 2008-04-27 02:16 pm (UTC)For example, while looking at a Book of Hours on Friday (I forget which one, since I looked at about three), there was a scene called "War of the Angels" which had dozens of tiny naked angels flying about. Each angel was about 1 cm tall, and each had a face and genitalia. (When my mentor observed the latter, that made a whole bunch of other people suddenly want to see the book! :^D)
I love detail work and am quite good at it, but that awes even me!
(no subject)
Date: 2008-04-26 04:48 pm (UTC)I am so glad that you are feeling better, viruses and colds usually get tossed around within a family like that very well *hugs*
Unfortunately, I will have to remove the miniature painting of the guy being flayed alive before I can stand to look at it without passing out.
Oh jolly! Despite that: Have a good weekend!
(no subject)
Date: 2008-04-27 02:18 pm (UTC)I wonder what our mind is doing when we get realisations like that, is it a kinda safe mode that prevents us from panicking that we fell down and hurt ourselves?
I'm just absent-minded. :^P My mind gets so far out of itself sometimes that Bobby will speak to me, and I take a few seconds to answer. I know he's said something, but it takes that long to bring my thoughts back to comprehend his words and answer me.
I'm really scared of falling, so this was for the best for me. And I'm a freestyle skater; I should be used to it! The best falls are when I don't even realize I've fallen till I've hit the ground!
(no subject)
Date: 2008-04-27 08:54 pm (UTC)I just claim dreamership ;)
I'm really scared of falling, so this was for the best for me.
Also as in, the moment you do fall you tend to panic and hurt yourself even more? Sounds familair. The reason why I mentioned this was that when I was young and reckless *coughs coughs*, I got hit by a car and my first thought was not how injured I was, but: 'Oh the sky looks so blue.' Once I had a terrified driver looming over me, I realised my injuries. Just weird.
(no subject)
Date: 2008-04-26 05:09 pm (UTC)Sorry, if I have to laugh now, but rest assured that it's in sympathy! It simply feels good not to be the only who that kind of stuff happens to. Really, I can be awfully klutzy at times (which doesn't go well together with my love for heels I can barely walk in!). At my aunt's birthday I was nothing short of ecstatic when I wasn't the one who knocked over the red wine while gesturing wildly during a conversation!
Unfortunately, I will have to remove the miniature painting of the guy being flayed alive before I can stand to look at it without passing out.
*art geek mode kicks in* Oh, are we talking St. Bartholemew here? Michelangelo's Last Judgement shows him holding his own skin. Yeah, martyrdoms are fun stuff. Eeek.
(no subject)
Date: 2008-04-27 02:26 pm (UTC)Oh, are we talking St. Bartholemew here? Michelangelo's Last Judgement shows him holding his own skin. Yeah, martyrdoms are fun stuff. Eeek.
To tell you the truth, I'm not sure the subject of the painting. Usually, we get so caught up in talking about the techniques and the common practices of illuminations of that period that I often don't know the players in the illumination. But, if it's to be my first piece, then I will be able to look at the book again and let you know!
Medieval illuminations amuse me because they're sometimes so amazingly beautiful ... until you look closer and, oh, that 3 cm tall guy is having his intestines drawn out on a crank. :^S Are you familiar with the Sforza Hours? That's one of my favorites (my mentor's too), and one that I've termed, "Fluffy bunnies! Gruesome torture." It has a tendency to have a page of bunnies frolicking followed by scenes of people being drawn and burned and everything else. (It also has an illustration of Mary Magdalene completely covered in brown hair like a sort of Cousin It, which I would love to use on a scroll someday! :^P)
(no subject)
Date: 2008-04-28 06:39 pm (UTC)Yes, I know what you mean. I keep banging into things all the time- This Saturday I managed to awfully stub my big toe at a church's heavy doors for example... but perhaps that was just divine punishment for the little pagan thing who keeps running into every church she sees (my sister always says people might think I'm a devout Christian considering the time I spend in churches... and one of my catholic relatives still think my main reason to visit Rome was to see the Pope!). ;-P
Medieval illuminations amuse me because they're sometimes so amazingly beautiful ... until you look closer and, oh, that 3 cm tall guy is having his intestines drawn out on a crank.
Well, I guess martyrs where kind of like the popstars of 13th century art and beyond or something and thus they really appear on a lot of pictures, be it big altar panels or tiny illuminations, and most often they are shown in their martyrdom in "pretty" details. My sister told me when visiting Galleria Borghese (the collection is acutally mostly baroqe and not medieval but in general the subjects remain more or less the same) that she was sick and tired of having to look at tortured saints. But what I especially like ist the anecdote that tells of girls being so aroused by altar panels showing St. Sebastian that they had to go and confess after speaking their prayers. It may sound strange, but there's really a surprising amount of p0rn in religious art...
Are you familiar with the Sforza Hours?
I fear I'm not. Illumination is one of those subjects in art where I never got past the "Oh, pretty!" stage. While most of it is really beautiful I can barely discern the various styles. Actually I think my sense of aesthetics inferes with my ambitions pretty much from time to time. I can't help it, when I see a gorgeous gothic vault I tend to simply marvel at the beauty of it all instead of analyzing the construction on a scientific level. ;)
But hey, I'm rambling quite art geekily again... bad Heroine.
(no subject)
Date: 2008-05-16 01:37 am (UTC)One of the last illumination guild meetings we had (we're apparently a guild now, if only with two members!), Master Tristan brought a book with some naughty illuminations, like a bear looking up a guy's bum (I couldn't even make that one up). Others had been defaced in an attempt at censorship. It was interesting because much of what was in that book wouldn't be allowed on American television today, yet you hear conservatives lamenting the decline in values!
Here is the illumination I am currently attempting. Master T was kind and Photoshopped out the flayed guy. :)
(no subject)
Date: 2008-04-26 05:24 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-04-27 02:28 pm (UTC)I think Bobby was the only one who ever noticed that I fell! :^P
(no subject)
Date: 2008-04-27 03:17 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-04-26 08:55 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-04-27 02:31 pm (UTC)It might run in my family too. :^P My sister, this past autumn, was hustling their dog down the steps because the dog was about to vomit, and she missed one of the last steps and ended up breaking her foot in (I think) two places. So when she and my sister-in-law came to visit some weeks later, we couldn't do anything because my poor sister was in a cast and crutches.
I'm a freestyle skater, so I should be used to falling, but I'm not. It's still really scary, and I always seem to hurt myself when doing it.
(no subject)
Date: 2008-04-26 11:58 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-04-27 02:34 pm (UTC)Mine has (luckily) turned out to be really mild. I managed to make it to my Latin dance class yesterday, and I could do most of the steps with my foot wrapped and in flat shoes, so long as the steps didn't require lifting up on my left foot or putting weight on the outside of that foot. The most annoying thing? I can't sit pretzel-style in my chair while using the computer! I didn't realize how much I did that until I couldn't do it anymore.