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belvane's journal
Right, so Wordpress and I didn't get along. I moved to Blogger and opened a blog named "Sevatividam" because I'm a Powers' fan and I love intertextualistic multiple meanings.
New blog is here: http://sevatividam.blogspot.com/. Sorry for the mess.
So, Bell, how have you been?
You know. Painting. Sleeping. Playing Warcraft, in love with my husband, did I mention painting?
Anything new?
Already said I'm off to see Poland in September, didn't I? Mixed feelings about seeing pretty country side, meeting a friend and facing the horrors of the Holocaust and all that. Not that I'll be going south to Pinsk, but I should. I should. Oh, the guilt. Befitting.
And... apart from that?
Did I mention painting?
I'm afraid you have.
Then no. Oh, wait. I'm ditching Livejournal. It's unstable and full of depressing memories.
O'rly. Where are you headed?Wordpress. Can you believe "Belvane" was taken by a bunch of BDSM practitioners? I shuddered. So I'm stuck with "Countess Belvane", which really sounds like I'm a sado-maso queen myself. If anyone comes knocking on my door begging for a whip they're in for a surprise.
Err, Wordpress and I don't get along. I'm with Blogger, here. Yes, it's called Sevatividam. Glee.
Aren't you known for beating people up?
Not in bed, dammit.
Wordpress, huh? So what's in store for this blog?
I'll just leave it as is for now, until I find the guts to delete it. I took a stroll down the 2002-2003 entries and needed a barfbag. I'll be RSSing all my contacts from here though.
Aren't memories important, good or bad?
You never heard of Feng Shui, did you.
Erm.
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This livejournal, blog, personal open diary and all that, is now closed. There's breadcrumbs leading to the next one, which right now has zero design and a single entry; but you know me, if there's something I do well it's spilling tantalizing amounts of words. I'll hopefully see you lot there.
More art. Because I don't do anything but watch tutorials nowadays, unless interrupted by mundane things like other people, fft.
Neph is from World of Warcraft, Seopha from Age of Conan in 2008. She was also an attempt at making a somewhat oriental face, flat nose, shallow eyesockets and so on.
Neprhis Coalmine by ~belvane on deviantART
Seopha the dark witch by ~belvane on deviantART
Being fat, and inflicted with the Feng Shui fetish (aka don't own anything you don't need) makes for poor rage-shopping. I don't buy clothes, I don't buy shoes, I don't do makeup and I no longer buy soaps or even books, when I compensate for, let's say, feeling crappy because I had an argument with daddy. I don't even go and eat something horribly fattening and expensive in a restaurant, because, well, fat, or trying to keep from being.
This time, much to my bank account's demise, I found the perfect thing to buy. That is, I'd have bought them anyway (best things to rage-shop, no?), but I'd have prolly waited a month or two before doing so.
In short, I got art tutorials. This guy has been my favorite Youtube tutor for months; his short tutorials are drool-worthy, and really make my fingers tingle. His premium tutorials, available for 10-20 dollars each, seemed good - so I got three of them. And oh... boy. The leap in technique is, I think, very noticeable - if not in the lines, then in the way it forces me to handle things I never did before. Like character design.
He chose a viking-like barbarian as his "big guy" archetype; I chose to make a shy sumo paladin:
Friendly Sumo Paladin by ~belvane on deviantART
And also, because I never really managed to nail down his precise visage nor expression, my favorite Age Of Conan Aquilonian - the character of my dear Polish friend, and my cheese-maker Cimmerian who accompanied him:
Isharel and Ranja concept art by ~belvane on deviantART
...So now I'm happy. I also know what I want for my next birthday - the rest of this guy's tutorials. Oh, mama.
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Yes, I now have a DeviantArt gallery. I blame Ghoula, who's been pestering me to make one for the last three years or so. Should really send her flowers at some point.
When I listen to this one I have the stupid feeling that no one in the world feels the same upon hearing it.
(Which is bullshit. Daddy does. But somehow that only makes my eyes fill with tears. I blame Mr. Paoli).
I can't believe I didn't post this eons ago. Shy makes music, but her voice has a mesmerizing fairy-like quality. She gave me the privilege to write lyrics to her "Oh I was just toying with the recorder and made this" tune. Composing lyrics, I found, was an interesting challenge; listening to the music and allowing ideas and images to form in my mind, then deriving a concept, then a story from those - and then developing a method to compose words in the right rhythm and tempo - I enjoyed both the process, and the learning process. I can't wait to do more of those, and spilling rhymes, it seems, comes just as easily as writing to me.
Anyway - here's the song, and I highly recommend checking her channel to enjoy the rest of her pieces. She's been haunting my playlist for a while.
