Going through my dark and brooding era. Is pleinair painting cooler if you make it spooky? I hope the answer is yes. Here are 10 of my 15 nocturne paintings I showed at SITTING OUTSIDE 2, a pleinair painting show in Los Angeles that I curated. I did all nocturnes for the show this year. Hoping to keep that going.
So apparently getting ghost-adopted has an effect on one's form. Danny isn’t complaining, he’s not! He just uh, has five ghost parents. Who all look rather unique and have wildly different abilities. Not to mention his own.
He’s quite uh, not exactly annoyed, but uh… is this a secondary puberty? This is like a secondary puberty isn’t it.
Like, he’s getting horns, and wings, and a whole other pair of arms and who knows what else! Mothers, Fathers, help how will he hide this, it’s bleeding over into his human form! He was going to go to college, how is he going to hide this?!
"This street only sees me and I, have only ever glanced at it as I walked through it. I was not there for its naming, its cracks on the ground, its statue imported from another country, or the way it was told to bend and turn since its conception. It was there for when my life fell apart, when I carried a potted plant into my first visit to a friend's house, or for the time you smiled into my arms.
It will outlive me and it will continue outlive many others, seeing their lives fleet through its rocky veins like a river of our collective consciousness, heading somewhere and nowhere at all.
It is within that thought that lies the solace of my obligations."
“The way you behave with everybody is more important than the work you do. Generosity, kindness and patience will get you so far: that's the biggest lesson I've learned.”
Based on Lockwood & Co (Spoilers for some plot elements)
Fifty years ago, the world became infested by ghosts and demons that would haunt the entire world and bring harm and even death to the living, leaving everyone trapped in fears. At the same time, a small percentage of people were granted paranormal power of the spirits and psychic, allowing them to interact with the ghosts and send them back to the spirit realm. An organization is formed called the World Ghost Hunter Organization (not creative I know) to train people with even the simplest psychic power in seeing the spirit realm into Ghost Hunters and defeat the ghosts and hopefully one day free the world from the spirits.
In the present day, a young man named Yuma Kokohead, a former Ghost Hunter from the WGHO, is heading into Kanai Ward, one of the most haunted cities, if not areas, in the world, to the point it had to be isolated from the rest of the world. But there are rumors that because of having to rely on themselves, the city’s population, especially Amaterasu Corporation, developed and discovered ways to handle the ghosts. Eventually becoming a source of resources for the world to handle ghosts. Yuma is traveling over to the city in the hope he could find a way to heal his twin brother from a ghost-lock. But he needs to be able to sustain himself while staying in the city, and unfortunately can’t get a job because he is an outsider to the city. Luckily, he finds one through an independent ghost hunting agency called the Nocturnal Ghost Hunting Agency, run by Chief Yakou and misfit members of the WGHO, and now must bring back his ghost hunting skills to help protect Kanai Ward from the ghosts while finding a way to save Makoto (and uncover the dark secrets of Kanai Ward along the way).
I just finished The City We Became by NK Jemisin and I already want to dive into book 2, The World We Make, so, so bad, because, shit, living cities, intertextuality, myths passed down in history, Lovecraftian monsters, queer and poc main characters, vibrant language, modern, rhythmic style? Totally my jam, yeah, that's what I live and breathe for, and I need the next story now. But also it's close to 6am and sure, it's Sunday, and sure, I'm super jobless and only thing on my agenda is finding a goddamn job, but just because my life has less direction than a car without a wheel, doesn't mean that I should encourage my self-destructive tendencies by jumping into another 400 pages book right now... Right? Right? Just a chapter. Just a chapter and I'll go to bed... One chapter. (every bookworm around the world, laughing at me: yeah, sure, sister. One chapter. We believe you. Have fun not sleeping.)