If one were to venture into the frequently overlooked nooks of fantasy, beyond the valiant knights and damsels distressingly undistressed, one might stumble upon the goblin. Now, a goblin is not merely a subject for a sketch; it's a revelation in ridges, a symphony in scars, a cacophony of crooked crannies waiting to be explored by pencil and paper.
Drawing a goblin is like dancing to music that only you can hear, but the music is slightly off-key and the dance is more of a shuffle. It's a delightful divergence from the pristine and predictable. With each stroke, you're not just capturing a creature; you're delving into a personality, a story, a life less ordinary.
Their faces are landscapes of life's tumultuousness, each wrinkle a road traveled, each scar a battle braved, each crooked smile a tale in itself. Sketching a goblin allows the artist to tread the fine line between the grotesque and the endearing, to find beauty in the asymmetrical, the imperfect, the downright odd.
And let's not forget the humor in their haggardness, a subtle reminder that even in the realms of the imaginary, life is no less fraught with the absurdities that plague the human condition. The act of sketching a goblin is to embrace the chaos, to find the order in disorder, and perhaps, to see a bit of ourselves in those twisted visages – because, after all, who among us hasn't felt a little goblin-esque on a Monday morning?
So, wield your pencils as a goblin wields his cleverly procured trinkets - with a sense of purpose and a hint of mischief. Because to sketch a goblin is to sketch the heart of fantasy, a heart that beats not with the thundering drums of epic battles, but with the quiet determination of the overlooked, the underestimated, and the oddly charming.
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In a fit of unhinged determination to be organized, I just bought enough birthday, anniversary, and holiday cards that I need for the entirety of 2023.
I'm tired of missing friends' birthdays because I lack the executive function to remember to both go to the store and pick out a card in a timely fashion, then spiral into a haze of guilt so strong I end up not even texting them because I feel like a neglectful failure.
There is just going to be a giant box of cards in my house, and I will pick one at random and send it. It'll possibly be late and might have the wrong age on it, but god dammit, you will get one.
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My very first skydive 🪂
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