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dawn_felagund) wrote2008-04-26 09:49 am
dawn_felagund) wrote2008-04-26 09:49 am
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Howdy, Murphy
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.
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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.
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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)
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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.
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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. :)