foggy nelson supremacist

Ambitions lacking, face forlorn

His father's industry and wit?

He never got a lick of it

A childhood spent in anxious gloom

And sent away to certain doom

No wonder all the people say

"Hurts like the Dickens" here today

"God bless us, bless us, every one

"Except for Plorn, my grooveless son

"No spot of extra gruel for him

"I'd give him to the Jacobins"

The old man's love or high esteem

Could only happen in a dream

Imagine such a father's scorn

you can see the atmosphere. that halo around the edge, that's my air. the green on the upper right is my aurora. those are my clouds, my sunlight.

The K/S Spring Fever collection is live! 🔥 82 works await you!

"Senator Amidala showed up to the Chancellor's Yearly Gala with her jedi bodyguard hanging from her arm, instead of attending the ball alone or with former attachment Senator Clovis, Padme Amidala amazed everyone by bringing her Jedi friend and bodyguard as her plus one. May this show the galaxy how close the Republic is with the Jedi Order!"

i love drawing them at balls and galas.... wish i couldve done her wave dress more justice but i got tired

In my AP Art class, there was a girl who was just starting to experiment with mixed media. At this point she was still playing around, trying to decide what direction she wanted to go with her portfolio. So one critique day, she brought in an abstract canvas with some rhinestone highlights and painted and real peacock feathers. She loved sparkles and peacock feathers so she thought she’d try introducing them a *little*. And after everyone had given some input, the teacher gave her his advice, VERY roughly paraphrased here:

“So here’s the thing… I do not like this style. These are just elements that do not speak to me personally, but I see that you like them, and you’re doing interesting things with them.

“My biggest critique is, I only merely *dislike* this piece. I want you to make me HATE it. Go crazy with the things that you like. Don’t hold back trying to make it palatable to people like me. Because I am NEVER going to like it. And if the audience does not like it, it should drive them crazy seeing how much YOU love it.”

Her portfolio was chock full of neon colors and glitter and rhinestones and splashes of peacock feathers and it was a delight. Our teacher despised every piece lol, but she got great marks and I think even won some awards. And more importantly, she was happy and proud of the results. Because she didn’t limit herself by trying to appeal to people who were never going to enjoy what she enjoyed.