1. She lived and breathed her art, saturating every moment of her life with a joy he could never emulate, only admire. She loved him, he knew that, but he would never come first.
2. Their stolen swords are sharpened to an edge meant for flesh not steel and they dent and deform as he parries with the improvised rebar staff. It’s brutally effective, but his heart breaks a little as he watches his uncle’s masterworks destroyed.
3. Seeing the future is a curse, not a gift, but I do my best to turn it into one.
4. “Think of me as a magical life coach,” the ferret said as it curled around her neck. “Or fairy godferret, if you must, but I am no one’s ‘familiar’.”
What better post for Thanksgiving that this long overdue workbench favorite!
This handsome gal is a Breyer Stablemate G3 painted into a clover-spotted green tobiano with a white clover star on her forehead. She was a donation to the 4th Annual Jackson County 4-H and Open Model Show which was held in October of this year. She was a sibling donation to the landscape jumper I did for the M.O.M. Live Show donation, run by the same showholder.
I’ve gotten a little obsessed over converting horse patterns into 4-H clover-friendly variations. After the extended blanket appaloosa I painted last year, I wanted to see what I could pull off with a tobiano pattern.
I ended up doing most of the clover shapes in green, but there are a few places where the pattern flips and you can see the white clovers overlapping the green.
Topped off with a lilac ribbon and realistic eyes, I was really sorry to see this gal go! I’m hoping she’s found a home with someone who will fall in love with her cloverness as much as I did.
2. Their shadows flicker and twist independently of the light as the false heat shimmers of magic intensify around them
3. “Stop trying to change your life all at once,” she said with a wave of her half-finished danish. “Be like the bird and the pebbles.”
“You know, with the water in the glass and how it drops pebbles until the water is high enough to drink? Don’t drop boulders, don’t drop sand, drop pebbles.”
4. There are rules for war in polite society and he spend the years of preparation making sure they were engraved on his heart. He meant to keep what he conquered, unlike his father whose legacy was a trail of ash and bones.
5. Every year the leaves pile up in giant mountains ranges across the backyard and Father vows that this year will be the year he cuts all the oak trees down.