ugh I wish I have more wips to post ]: this blog is so LONELY.
I wish I had more time to draw stuff other than commissions too! Not to say that I don’t enjoy doing commissions. The commissions I’ve done since last summer were really fun to work on and I don’t remember enjoying it this much consistently when I’ve done commissions in the past. But I really need to put some time into doing a few Blackbird pics ]: it’s been 2 years since the last piece, am I correct? THIS IS UNACCEPTABLE.
Not to mention now that I can OH MY GOD FINALLY MOVE ON because volume 1 is almost finished, I need to flesh out some designs for some locations and a few supporting characters to come. One thing I disliked about volume 1 was the fact that I did most of the unimportant designs on the spot, as the pages unraveled. so a lot of it is really bad. The YEARS of breaks I took didn’t help either, as I made a lot of mistakes by forgetting design details and being inconsistent on a massive scale. I’m not going to turn around and fix it now because I swore not to do it, but I’m not going to let this happen to the rest of the story.
Anyways, here is another awesome song. It’s catchy to boot and the lyrics are just hysterical. Damn crazy Koreans lmfao
I usually find a new song to like once in a while, and I’ve always wanted to make a site where I put my favourite song of the day/week/month on stream. There’s a lot of flaws with that idea, like rights, viewership, and the fact that I can never find mp3 versions of some songs…
so I’m going to do it here instead! and youtube is paying for the bandwidth lmao.
Let’s start with Camille Saint-Saens’ piano concerto #5, III, Allegro Molto
Je croyais entendre
Une vague harmonie enchanter mon sommeil,
Et près de moi s’épandre un murmure pareil
Aux chants entrecoupés d’une voix triste
et tendre.
CH. BRUGNOT. - Les deux Génies.
— « Écoute! — Écoute! — C’est moi, c’est Ondine qui frôle de ces gouttes d’eau les losanges sonores de ta fenêtre illuminée par les mornes rayons de la lune; et voici, en robe de moire, la dame châtelaine qui contemple à son balcon la belle nuit étoilée et le beau lac endormi.
« Chaque flot est un ondin qui nage dans le courant, chaque courant est un sentier qui serpente vers mon palais, et mon palais est bâti fluide, au fond du lac, dans le triangle du feu, de la terre et de l’air.
« Écoute! — Écoute! — Mon père bat l’eau coassante d’une branche d’aulne verte, et mes sœurs caressent de leurs bras d’écume les fraîches îles d’herbes, de nénuphars et de glaïeuls, ou se moquent du saule caduc et barbu qui pêche à la ligne. »
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Sa chanson murmurée, elle me supplia de recevoir son anneau à mon doigt, pour être l’époux d’une Ondine, et de visiter avec elle son palais, pour être le roi des lacs.
Et comme je lui répondais que j’aimais une mortelle, boudeuse et dépitée, elle pleura quelques larmes, poussa un éclat de rire, et s’évanouit en giboulées qui ruisselèrent blanches le long de mes vitraux bleus.
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translation:
I believed I heard a dim harmony charming my sleep. And close by me spread a similar murmur of uninterrupted songs from a sad and tender voice…” -Ch. Brugnot “Les Deux Genies.
”Listen! Listen! It is I, it is Ondine brushing with these drops of water the resonant diamond panes of your window illuminated by the dull moonbeams; and here in the dress of moire, is the lady of the castle on her balcony gazing at the beautiful starry night and the beautiful slumbering lake. Each wave is a water sprite swimming in the current, Each current is a path winding toward my palace, And my palace is of fluid construction, at the bottom of the lake, Within the triangle formed by fire, earth, and air. ?
Listen! Listen! My father is beating the croaking water with a branch of green alder, And my sisters are caressing the cool islands of grasses, water lilies and gladioli with their arms of foam, Or are laughing at the tottering, bearded willow that is angling.”
After murmuring her song, she besought me to accept her ring on my finger, to be the husband of an Undine, and to visit her palace with her, to be king of the lakes. And when I replied that I was in love with a mortal woman, she was sulky and vexed; She wept a few tears, burst out laughing, and vanished in showers that formed white trickles down my blue windowpanes.
