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Work by: Kir Talmage (metasilk)
Oh, I suffer the delusion of art. It persists, despite the fullness of everything else: work (which is web development for several nifty clients), outreach coordinating at a small museum, mothering, and messing my whimsical daydreams onto paper (usually).
I've got one of those odd backgrounds, from astrophysics to zoology, more or less. Um, yes, really, but I never had a job in astro (I did have a bunch on environmental science jobs & my sweetie is the one with the zoology major). My current incarnation is Mom by day (except while at one of the part-time jobs), Web Developer and Illustrator by night (when I can stay awake).
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This artist has left the following prompts:
tea and crumpets
if chicks can imprint on dogs, why not dragons?
on the shadowed terrace, beyond the music
where Neverland, Neverwhere, Otherwhere and the Borderlands meet
the way of leaves
the chipmunk's map
north of the sky, south of the sea
for the want of a raven, the king was lost
rolled out of sight
good weather for ghosts
the darkest ship, the widest night
as if it were a song, for singing out of light
song for the moon, music for the sun
unable to resist the muse (if that is what it is)
and they all took exception to the hat
early in the morning, when the toads come calling
being water, drinking quiet
the last of the decoys
collecting magic when the minnows danced
dress up time
no longer sure how to do good
and with one hand, lifted the ...
When even the mud is full of joy
where the snapping turtles doze and the frogs chuckle to themselves
migration, molt, and mayhem
squeezing in the art (in honor or Lisa Cree as well as Ellen's Sketchfest Extension)
joy • dragon • spilled ink (aside- I'm trying loosely connected ideas as prompts rather than a phrase -kir)
Surprise :: pond :: device
not the mammal you might have preferred
on beyond lilac
around a corner and through a gate
screaming hordes of happiness
shallows • top hat • unweildy
miles as the snail flies
navigation • shrew • peculiar
turtle • dastardly • avenue
treehouse • peacock • adventure
a rather surprising breakfast
Soap Box Derby racing
What Not To Do in Ancient -------
Afloat in a swarm of insistent ideas
Practicing the Fantastical homework assignment
early mouse steals the ...
and the clouds piled up on the other side of the ridge
the song came winding far and among the ruins
beyond October's shadows, behind November's light
gnarled as a tree, dark as the moon, wrinkled as a nut, and as wild as the loon
Dancing in the angled light, leaving shadows on the sky
to decorate your spirit, you ...
the shadows patterns the aging leaves / the trees reached for the sky / the ferns all bowed their browning heads / as you and he went slinking by
How the Fox's Ears Turned Black
What Happened to Grandfather Sky's Lost Wish
the thing that was lost has been found
in memory as long as a winter's night, with hope as sharp as a winter's shadow
slippery sidewalks, in a hurry, that's the holiday style
the rustle of grasses in the winter garden
Jays mobbing something in a brush pile
an energetic posse of hoople-headed happy boys
When the mouse caused trouble for the kookaburra, everyone...
I think your grandmamma would have been happier to _not_ hear about that.
Trolls on safari
and the sun set, and the shadows blurred together
and the old vines 'round the door began to push forth hints of green and violet...
what Mrs Tittlemouse does in the springtime
And with a bit of careless magic, the snow finally began to melt
If you'd been hired to do the book cover, it would look this this:
the hope that burns your soul; the dream so big you hardly dare think it
the bear's unexpected adventure
the Crocus Thief
Mojo's Stupendous Synchronous Mysterious Miniaturizer
Whaddya mean, I have to use a camera? We've been taking selfies in scyring bowls for centuries!
and the road dipped out of sight before rising again on the long slope to the castle
you wouldn't've known she was a goddess, just to talk with her. It wasn't something she often shared.
"Steam," suggested Titania
the terms of the loan were, at best, peculiar
you couldn't call it ~lurking~ when you were really waiting for your target to arrive, could you?
and the kitchen elves had even made the coffee
What the minotaur did with the bouquet of violets
no sooner had she cleaned off the fingerprints then she spilled the coffee
high in the glen, on the Pale Mist bridge
a race of faeries
a sunken garden
She began testing the prosthetic wing
Biting the Hand of Fate
It was _clearly_ not _their_ acorn
there were no singing birches here
not just __any__ egg
the withered grapes were slightly fermented; the waxwings liked them that much more
and the light clattered on the autumns branchs
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