Five weird shrines
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pjthompsonLet's get the memage out of the way in a lump, shall we? I've put it behind cuts for the humanity--oh! The humanity!
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sollersuk:
Well, my first reaction was, "Can I limit the list to five?" There is a ocean of weirdness in Pamworld. Then I thought, "Perhaps I should limit them to the ones I can discuss in public." That narrowed the list considerably. :-)
1. I collect rocks. Not bright shiny rocks, although I do have a few of those; not rocks with unusual shapes, although I have those as well. Just rocks--smooth river stones, chunks of pretty colors, extrusions. Stones, lots and lots of little stones to no great purpose except I see them and, like a magpie, must pick them up and take them home. I've just got a thing for stone. I don't carve stone, though. Instead...
2. I carve bone. I make small sculptures from it using wood-carving tools. I find bone more satisfying than wood. It's softer, for one, more forgiving--and acquires such a lovely patina with time. I got interested in carving bone when I studied Native American art techniques with my teacher, Rosalie, some years back. When I still had a dog, she assisted me by doing the preliminary stripping of the bones and in gnawing interesting shapes. One such was a twisted piece of leg bone that she'd rounded off on one edge so it looked like a giant nose. I accentuated that and added some facial features. I called it Schnausicaa because it had a mythic feel (think Inuit-meets-Greek). I'd post a picture of Schnausicaa, but alas, she is still packed in the vast horde of unpacked boxes in the garage.
3. I collect feathers. The loose on the ground variety, not ones I actually pluck. Again, this goes back to my apprenticeship with Rosalie and Native American stuff. They are handy and beautiful things, feathers. You can make neato stuff with them. I have a huge basket full of them from all kinds of birds.
4. I collect fortunes. If you eat fortune cookies around me and don't want your fortune, I'm likely to gather them all up and take them home. I have a 10 inch diameter basket full of them. Why collect them? They're just cool, that's why. Great conversation piece, too. Unfortunately, like so much else, that basket's still packed.
5. I sacrifice goats to Baal. Okay, I don't really. I just wondered if anyone was still paying attention at this point. I guess my real number five would be that I like to love to study runelore. I'm by no means an expert, but I'm fascinated by the futhark, by rune stones and stories. The Vikings raided all along the Scottish, Irish and Welsh coasts (and many places besides). I'm positive I've got some Viking blood in my veins.
I tag anyone who hasn't been tagged and wants to be.
Frommerebrillante by way of sosostris2012:
My writing shrine promotes: Voice, emotional subtext, mythic fantasy, and character.
My writing shrine guards against: Flat openings, unproductive description, infodumps, cliched writing, melodrama.
My writing shrine's paternal saint is: Because I am something of a pantheist, this changes frequently. This week it's St. Charles of De Lint Gatherers, patron saint of mythic fantasy, although last year I'd gone completely off him.
My writing shrine's maternal saint is: St. Kage of the Happy Bakers, a cook who can make you cry with one side of your mouth, laugh with the other, and not choke on your food in the process. She of the complex and all-too-human characters.
My writing shrine's three relics are: A orange-dyed pigeon feather with leather bindings on its tip, given to me by my teacher of Injun art; a beige river stone with a swallow painted on it in simple black lines, also a gift; a dragon's tail, broken off and not yet glued back on.
My writing shrine demands a daily sacrifice of: Missing lunch with the girls (most days, not much of a sacrifice); caffeine; sugar and fat.
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sollersuk:Well, my first reaction was, "Can I limit the list to five?" There is a ocean of weirdness in Pamworld. Then I thought, "Perhaps I should limit them to the ones I can discuss in public." That narrowed the list considerably. :-)
1. I collect rocks. Not bright shiny rocks, although I do have a few of those; not rocks with unusual shapes, although I have those as well. Just rocks--smooth river stones, chunks of pretty colors, extrusions. Stones, lots and lots of little stones to no great purpose except I see them and, like a magpie, must pick them up and take them home. I've just got a thing for stone. I don't carve stone, though. Instead...
2. I carve bone. I make small sculptures from it using wood-carving tools. I find bone more satisfying than wood. It's softer, for one, more forgiving--and acquires such a lovely patina with time. I got interested in carving bone when I studied Native American art techniques with my teacher, Rosalie, some years back. When I still had a dog, she assisted me by doing the preliminary stripping of the bones and in gnawing interesting shapes. One such was a twisted piece of leg bone that she'd rounded off on one edge so it looked like a giant nose. I accentuated that and added some facial features. I called it Schnausicaa because it had a mythic feel (think Inuit-meets-Greek). I'd post a picture of Schnausicaa, but alas, she is still packed in the vast horde of unpacked boxes in the garage.
3. I collect feathers. The loose on the ground variety, not ones I actually pluck. Again, this goes back to my apprenticeship with Rosalie and Native American stuff. They are handy and beautiful things, feathers. You can make neato stuff with them. I have a huge basket full of them from all kinds of birds.
4. I collect fortunes. If you eat fortune cookies around me and don't want your fortune, I'm likely to gather them all up and take them home. I have a 10 inch diameter basket full of them. Why collect them? They're just cool, that's why. Great conversation piece, too. Unfortunately, like so much else, that basket's still packed.
5. I sacrifice goats to Baal. Okay, I don't really. I just wondered if anyone was still paying attention at this point. I guess my real number five would be that I like to love to study runelore. I'm by no means an expert, but I'm fascinated by the futhark, by rune stones and stories. The Vikings raided all along the Scottish, Irish and Welsh coasts (and many places besides). I'm positive I've got some Viking blood in my veins.
I tag anyone who hasn't been tagged and wants to be.
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merebrillante by way of sosostris2012:My writing shrine promotes: Voice, emotional subtext, mythic fantasy, and character.
My writing shrine guards against: Flat openings, unproductive description, infodumps, cliched writing, melodrama.
My writing shrine's paternal saint is: Because I am something of a pantheist, this changes frequently. This week it's St. Charles of De Lint Gatherers, patron saint of mythic fantasy, although last year I'd gone completely off him.
My writing shrine's maternal saint is: St. Kage of the Happy Bakers, a cook who can make you cry with one side of your mouth, laugh with the other, and not choke on your food in the process. She of the complex and all-too-human characters.
My writing shrine's three relics are: A orange-dyed pigeon feather with leather bindings on its tip, given to me by my teacher of Injun art; a beige river stone with a swallow painted on it in simple black lines, also a gift; a dragon's tail, broken off and not yet glued back on.
My writing shrine demands a daily sacrifice of: Missing lunch with the girls (most days, not much of a sacrifice); caffeine; sugar and fat.