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it's aliiiiive!; National Poetry Month
Finally, for the first time since September last year, I have posted something to discolore, my long-neglected graphics journal. I've been really slow with useful things like resources and tutorials this past year, but with time kind of falling out from underneath me, I feel like most of my Photoshop time should be spent doing selfish, self-serving things, like wallpapers and dumb comics.
At any rate, there are 17 new icons over there now, plus a collection of things I've done in the past year or so. Here's a bit of a taste:
go here!
And, because it's National Poetry Month, I thought I would post some more of my Latin. It's another piece by my old friend Ausonius, whom I would love to have met, because he seems like he was pretty cool: not precisely pagan but not really down with Christianity, someone who enjoyed old stories and living on his estate in Bordeaux and happy to write poetry all day long and have friends over for lunch.
Purior hic campis er Phoebusque sereno
lumine purpureum reserat iam sudus Olympum
nec iam consertis per mutua vincula ramis,
quaeritur exclusum viridi caligne caelum
sed liquidum iubar et rutilam visentibus aethram
libera perspicui non invidet aura diei.
In the clearer air above the fields the Sun's bare,
naked light displays the brilliance of the blue-vaulted heaven,
and we find the sky no longer locked under the
green blindness of tight-lashed branches.
The day's free air looses liquid light and
red-gold ether, dazzling the eye.
At any rate, there are 17 new icons over there now, plus a collection of things I've done in the past year or so. Here's a bit of a taste:
go here!
And, because it's National Poetry Month, I thought I would post some more of my Latin. It's another piece by my old friend Ausonius, whom I would love to have met, because he seems like he was pretty cool: not precisely pagan but not really down with Christianity, someone who enjoyed old stories and living on his estate in Bordeaux and happy to write poetry all day long and have friends over for lunch.
Purior hic campis er Phoebusque sereno
lumine purpureum reserat iam sudus Olympum
nec iam consertis per mutua vincula ramis,
quaeritur exclusum viridi caligne caelum
sed liquidum iubar et rutilam visentibus aethram
libera perspicui non invidet aura diei.
In the clearer air above the fields the Sun's bare,
naked light displays the brilliance of the blue-vaulted heaven,
and we find the sky no longer locked under the
green blindness of tight-lashed branches.
The day's free air looses liquid light and
red-gold ether, dazzling the eye.