Inspirational Friendship

So I haven't really been on for a while. My life has been a little hectic and I guess I just didn't know what to write either. I think I know what I want to write now, even if it's a little hard to get it down in a way that you will understand. 

Today, I went for a coffee with my art friend Verdigo, we'd set up a kind of art day in which I may have put her on the spot to agreeing on a day and time. It was fun. It's nice to get feedback from someone who you know isn't going to bullshit you. 

I had recently started to draw again, I took art and design in college but never really did anything after I left. It was something I did to pass the time before I really wanted to get a job and be a "responsible adult".  I had fun in those two years, I learned a lot about photography and how to develop film, but there wasn't much fine art and the sculpture was just an excuse to get really messy and throw clay at people. 

I started to test out how well I can draw posed people. The lines of the body and the angles. The light and shadow. Turns out I'm pretty okay but will completely ignore faces, hands and feet. The art day with Verdigo was basically for us to draw and chat about how we'd put certain features in place. 

She taught me how to properly draw clothes that didn't look like Lycra on a body and how the perspective is always key into how curved or straight a skirt it's or even a hand and it's fingers. 

I will probably post my artwork on here but for the moment I don't have any of the images on my phone, which is where I'm typing this from. 

Shadow Spark out...

Goodbye Professor.

It is a sad day indeed for me. I've been a fan of the Harry Potter series ever since reading of the Dursley's in their 'normal' life, the excitement of the first quidditch game. Through the trials of murderous teachers, plants and creatures. My imagination has been inspired to pen pages of fan fiction and a few pieces of fan art, but none of this can compare to being witness to the films. Investing my belief in the actors and actresses who brought all of my most loved characters to life, who brought a solid image to the mind of a child who had no one but those characters,

Alan Rickman was born the year before my mother, and a hell of a many years before my father. He was born into the same country as my parents, as me. He is a true legacy of English acting, and I can still remember the first time I saw him playing the Sheriff of Nottingham and his comment about the spoon that would hurt more. It took me a while to really appreciate this fantastic actor and it wasn't until the late 90s early 2000s that he became a fundamental addition to my bedroom posters. The main role that had me fall in awe of him was the slimy git himself.

Severus Snape was a really horrid character that hid behind a layer of masks as all Slytherins do, and I fought his corner with everyone that said I couldn't like a teacher more than the main character. In the first book when it was found that he was looking out for Harry and not trying to kill him had be curious as to what his story was, why was there this animosity? Why would he hide a faint fondness for the Boy-Who-Lived, and as the stories progressed and the shock of him killing Dumbledore. The greatest shock came in the final book. I received that book with most of the population at midnight and was fast getting through it until the chapter in which Severus Snape was killed. I put the book down and didn't pick it up again until days before I was to see both part one and two of the deathly hallows in the cinema. It broke something, reading of his death, seeing it in the cinema. Knowing that is wasn't real and believing is two different things. I knew the actor playing Severus Snape was still alive, but I also knew that the character that I had cheered for was gone.

Now, both are gone. I found out within the last ten minutes of my shift at work. I was on the shop floor when Verdigo came back of break and told me. I don't think anyone, even me, thought I would start crying a violently as I did, even customers were asking if I was okay. I know that in the past I've laughed at people who cry over the deaths of famous people to the extent of hiccups, but now I know how they feel. I know the devastation that you feel in that moment, for the life that has been lost, for the talent that will never be witnessed again, for the family that has been left behind.

Rest in Peace Mr. Rickmam.

Changes

So, second entry. Bet none of my friends thought I'd be this committed to a blog *smirk*

I guess that I should start this one with why I'm changing. I seem to have picked 2016 as my year to try things differently, to set actual goals which I will strive to keep. At the moment I seem to be doing okay, it is only the first month and most sites say new resolutions fail after April, so we'll see.

I've recently been doing an online clean out. I have a tumblr account that had seen better days, I'd posted over 13000 things and liked twice that amount! It seems exceedingly excessive. So I've slowly been working though that and changing things. My url used to be glowstickstar04.tumblr.com (pretty sure this doesn't work anymore) Now I think it is this, be sure to correct me if I'm wrong. I've been a member since 2011 but because I deleted all the posts in that first month my archive only goes back to 2012. I'm trying to give it a theme of sorts as before it was a confusing mass of strange and eclectic things, I guess the main theme was cats. I love cats. No, I really like cats.

Anyway, I've been giving that a sort out, it been fun looking at what a teenage me thought was cool back then and what interested me. I'm hoping to get it to a place where I repost my friends amazing artwork and keep people updated to anything I'm writing. I like to write. I have a fanfiction account, that I need to sort out as well. I have tons of ideas and can always be seen with a notebook in my bag or pocket. In fact my friend Verdigo has a heart attack if I don't have one with me, she's amazing at art by the way. You should check her out on her tumblr, and instagram.

I appear to be dropping a lot of links in this post, but I feel it necessary as I'm trying to link everything together. I haven't quite figured out how to make a fixed post with all of the links in but maybe some day when I finally get the hang of this. For the moment this will be a place for my to just talk, or type as the case may be. Sometimes I may post updates on my daily life, opinions of certain things going on it the world, or even little bits of writing whether they be original of fan made.

Thanks for taking the time to read this, I'm afraid I can't give you the time back but I appreciate it.

Shadow Spark out....

Where to Start?

Where do you start with something like this? I guess with the first post, but then what do you write? Do you write something true or do you create a falsehood that you believe people will read?

I guess what I'm trying to get at is that this is the first time I've ever thought about writing a blog, or even thought of writing publicly at all. Normally I hide behind words like they are a shield, I never normally say what I really feel and find it hard to express myself in ways that others will understand. I guess that's not what you want to read either.  So let me start with something about me. I'm a young woman who lives in a ground floor flat and have exceedingly noisy neighbors. All part and parcel of having a young mum and her child living above you. I work in retail six out of seven days a week and own two cats who are probably the most exciting things I own. 

My cats names are Loki and Kyrian. I guess I had a thing for a certain actor playing a certain Norse God, and also a fixation with Sherrilyn Kenyon books. They are two and one years old and live to destroy my head sets. I like to play video games and was a Destiny day one player, not that I should be proud of that fact. I've met a lot of people though that game so I have to be proud of the wider range of friends I now have. 

I'm an only child, well I say only child but I do have siblings. Half siblings, whose age gaps range from twenty-one years to five years from my age, most older but two younger. I love them all dearly but don't know any of them enough to say that our bonds are unbreakable, and sometimes I don't even think of them as my brothers and sisters at all. So mentally I am an only child, whereas physically I am not. I have an amazing mum that I would never be without and a dad who will probably never win any best dad of the year awards, but that's okay because at least he tries which is more than some dads are like.  

Is this what you are meant to write in these things? Notes and little thoughts on things personally towards yourself or to others? I love writing and maybe one day I'll keep a log of what I'm writing, where I'm posting, and whats to come next. Maybe...... 

Shadow Spark out...