Another well recommended adventure, a small virtual world with a distinct feel. Which incidentally reminds of the strong smell of boiling turmeric paste.
It is good to appreciate this kind of creativity, to keep a sense of quiet oddity about you.
Journaliere
Dailies
Fourteenth Collection of Seven Dailies
A collection of seven past dailies from the Facebook Page!
“There are bears in my brain… Have you seen the light between the stars? It is a net! We are in a cage! Everyone dances…”
Standing on the roof of the building he looked down: the lights of days waxed and waned in quick succession all around, and the lines of moving things merged into an elegant pattern, but it was tattered like an old quilt. With infinitely greater graduality he saw lines of movement forming in the heavens: the stars were not separate points at all, but merely where these lines crossed. It formed an obvious pattern, how clumsy of them to give their design away. But no, they taunted us with something so clear: only those as buried-headed as mankind would be unable to see it. Even now he heard the groaning wheels of time and vision, like the howling of huge forest beasts. But he had seen enough at least to understand his friend’s torments.– An isolated scene from Patrick Lauser’s old notes
Thirteenth Collection of Seven Dailies
A collection of seven dailies from the Facebook Page!
My brother Nathaniel tries his hand at pointillism.
Twelfth Collection of Seven Dailies
Here is the twelfth collection of seven past dailies from the Facebook Page!
Willing hands will do
What wilful ones will never
And receive their rest.– Patrick Lauser
Eleventh Collection of Seven Dailies
Another collection of seven dailies from the Facebook Page!
The Rod
Raise the Rod of the Ruler of wild things
Worthy of waking the waste to his will;
Even the ash will answer to aid the Otherworldly.Where will the Cry in the way take the wakeful?
To hidden, hoary teachers of high tokens,
To loose their lines into the unlocked lands.– Patrick Lauser
Tenth Collection of Seven Dailies
Another collection of seven dailies from the Facebook Page!
A technique for using Gimp:
Instead of using a brush to apply something, duplicate the layer you are working on (right click the layer in the layer list and it has the option, or do Ctrl+Shift+D).
Change the filters and settings on the copy, then put the altered layer below the original, and use the eraser brush on the original.
I have found this makes a vastly smoother gradient for some reason, and because the eraser has the anti-erase option you more or less do not have to worry about running out of or confusing undo steps. This also allows a brush to be used to apply changes that would not otherwise have a brush option.
You can also try different effects while keeping the same brush pattern, by making multiple duplicate layers and altering them differently.
Ninth Collection of Seven Dailies
Another collection of seven dailies from the Facebook Page!
Highly recommended:
Daymare Town by Mateusz Skutnik!
Seventh Collection of Seven Dailies
Another collection of seven dailies from the Facebook Page!
Hope and Patience
An unborn bird lies crumpled and curled,
A-dreaming of the world.Round it, for castle-wall, a shell
Is guarding it well.Hope is the bird with its dim sensations;
The shell that keeps it alive is Patience.– George MacDonald
Welcome to our home,
Soft, passing sea foam.
Dust breathed in God’s Breath
Which leaves it in Death,
And rightly are we
Likened to the Sea.– Patrick Lauser
Nightly cry the beasts
Close your doors before your eyes
Sleep through the huntings.– Patrick Lauser
Light is sown for the righteous, and gladness for the upright in heart.
– Psalm 97:11
Leaves are coming down:
They come to meet the dark brown,
And show it colours.– Patrick Lauser
If you dread the passing of time,
you will pass your time in dread.– Patrick Lauser
We feel Thy calm at evening’s hour,
Thy grandeur in the march of night,
And when the morning breaks in power,
We hear Thy word, “Let there be light.”– Samuel Longfellow
God be with you all!
– Patrick
A view of our morning.
Sixth Collection of Seven Dailies
Another collection of seven dailies from the Facebook Page!
Rise with the rosy light, right your way,
Clothe yourself in craft and fiercely cry;
The world, the watching, the ways of them,
Nay, the never-ending sound of night;
They force offense on the friends of law:
The crooked colour of the high cloud
Shall judge their injustice with fell joy.– Patrick Lauser
It should never be “Quantity versus Quality”: they must work together.
Quality can hardly exist without quantity, and quantity without quality is useless.
– Patrick Lauser
“You come of the Lord Adam and the Lady Eve, and that is both honor enough to erect the head of the poorest beggar, and shame enough to bow the shoulders of the greatest emperor on earth.
Be content.”– Aslan in Prince Caspian by C. S. Lewis
“Now are the clouds like fiery shrouds; the sun, superbly large,
Slow as an oak to a woodsman’s stroke, sinks flaming at their marge;”
– From The Ballad of the Boat by Richard Garnett
The Moment Thought
A hand
On the shoulder
Laid in purposeful rest
Says a word in silent fullness
And peace.– Patrick Lauser
There are two things you will never get used to:
Heaven, and Hell.
– Patrick Lauser
A Wind in the Heart
Breathes a token of Fear,
Darkness builds his Art
And lays foundations here.
While hopeless in strife
He has wounded me sore,
In the Light of Life
There is opened a Door.– Patrick Lauser
Till another week, God be with you all!
– Patrick
Fifth Collection of Seven Dailies – Milne, Victor Hugo
Another collection of seven dailies from the Facebook Page!
“He and the Forest, alone together-
The springs that come and the summers that go,
Autumn dew on bracken and heather,
The drip of the Forest beneath the snow….
All the things they have seen,
All the things they have heard:
An April sky swept clean and the song of a bird…
Oh, the charcoal-burner has tales to tell!
And he lives in the Forest and knows us well.”– From The Charcoal-Burner in Now We Are Six by A. A. Milne
When he saw the carousel, he asked why they had stabbed the horses.
– From some of Patrick Lauser’s old notes
“Great grief is a divine and terrible radiance which transfigures the wretched. At that moment Fantine had again become beautiful. At certain instants she stopped and tenderly kissed the policeman’s coat. She would have softened a heart of granite; but you cannot soften a heart of wood.
“Come,” said Javert, “I have heard you. Haven’t you got through? March off at once! you have your six months! the Eternal Father in person could do nothing for you.”– From Les Miserables by Victor Hugo
” “Pardon, Monsieur Mayor-”
This word, Monsieur Mayor, had a strange effect upon Fantine. She sprang to her feet at once like a spectre rising from the ground, pushed back the soldiers with her arms, walked straight to Monsieur Madeleine before they could stop her, and gazing at him fixedly, with a wild look, she exclaimed:
“Ah! it is you then who are Monsieur Mayor!”
Then she burst out laughing and spit in his face.
Monsieur Madeleine wiped his face and said:
“Inspector Javert. set this woman at liberty.”– From Les Miserables by Victor Hugo
To insult oneself is not the opposite of boasting, any more than insulting someone else is the opposite of flattering them.
– Patrick Lauser
“Are you quite yourself sir?”
“No I’m not, thank God, nor will I ever be again.”– Focus on The Family Radio Theatre adaptation of A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens
Midday sunlight falls
Sunset and sunrise sideways
Never fall, but shine– Patrick Lauser
Until next week, God be with you!
– Patrick