sylvacoer

Long time, no writing! Figured this event was as good as any to update the ole profile page.

(1) How long have you been on DeviantArt?
10 years


(2) What does your username mean?
“sylvacoer” = “Forest Heart”

(D&D character name from middle school - only one I could think of at the time, since my fan fiction.net handle “The Narrator” was already taken. )


(3) Describe yourself in three words.
Basically a hermit.


(4) Are you left or right handed?
Righty.


(5) What was your first deviation?



(6) What is your favourite type of art to create?
Anime style 


(7) If you could instantly master a different art style, what would it be?
Portraiture - I’d like to learn to use a traditional medium, particularly watercolors.


(8) What was your first favourite?



(9) What type of art do you tend to favourite the most?
Digital anime style


(10) Who is your all-time favourite deviant artist?


(11) If you could meet anyone on DeviantArt in person, who would it be?



(12) How has a fellow deviant impacted your life?
Hakubaikou helped me get into anime fandom and encouraged my development of drawing - I was shocked to hear she’d passed away.


(13) What are your preferred tools to create art?
Photoshop with Wacom Bamboo tablet


(14) What iswas the most inspirational place for you to create art?
More accurately, I was really inspired the whole time I was in Hawaii.


(15) What is your favourite DeviantArt memory?
When I reached my first 5k kiriban - man, I was so excited!

First man to walk on the moon, Neil Armstrong, passed away today.

Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I've climbed and joined the tumbling mirth of sun-split clouds, – and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there,
I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless falls of air...
Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue
I've topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, nor e'er eagle flew...
And, while with silent lifting mind I've trod
The high, untrespassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand and touched the face of God.

~ John Gillespie Magee, High Flight

A salute to the man who took one small step that was a leap for mankind.

Mom, thanks for bringing me into this world.  I know there are times, like when I "redecorated" the front hall or spewed milk on your boss during dinner, that you wondered why you had me, but I'm glad you decided I was worth it.

Thanks for being a storyteller. I love it when you talk about the life you had as a kid (and it helped me understand why you wouldn't let me build a treehouse) and what it was like to suit up in Kevlar just to fly over Sarajevo and Baghdad, and everything you saw and did there (and the stories you can't tell me yet because you still see me as your little daughter).

Thanks for being a firm hand.  I know I was a bratty kid and an even worse teenager, but I know I wouldn't be where I am today without the discipline you ingrained in me.  I wouldn't know how to cook or clean or just take care of myself if you hadn't drilled it into my head that "our house is our home" and that I "live live to serve this house."  The more I'm living on my own, the more I'm grateful you taught me to be an independent woman.

Thanks for being an inspiration.  You made a hard choice to stay in your job, and work as long as you did.  I respect you and Papa all the more for the fact that you were a team, that you stay together, even through the troubles, the long separations, the hard road.  The way you speak of each other, the job that you do, I envy and want that for my future.

Mom, you are wonderful, and I'm grateful.  Thanks.

The last few months have been pretty busy for me, so an opportunity to take a slow weekend is always appreciated.  Yep, I'm becoming old - there's joy in the quiet, removed from the constant hurrying about and noise, and these days, I'd rather find new herbs for my patio than go the movies.

I'm reading a couple of Agatha Christie's Miss Marple novels - if you've never read Agatha Christie, I recommend looking up her And Then There Were None stand-alone (take time to marvel at the difference trans-Atlantic culture/slang and time make, just in the original title).  If you like her style, the most important decision to make is if you're more a Poirot or a Marple fan. Christie outright said she favored Marple, but that Poirot always seemed to demand the spotlight, inline with his characteristic ego.  When I was younger, I preferred Poirot, mainly because I loved David Suchet's interpretation of the character in the marvelous BBC series that aired on PBS's Mystery! (back when Diana Rigg hosted the show and every episode opened with the full animation sequence).  I chanced to read the Marple novels only because I'd run out of Poirot, and found I liked the analytical, snarky, Victorian-out-of-time Auntie so much more.  And then I saw the old Margaret Rutherford Marple movies (in which Miss Marple is ten times more physically BAMF than she was in the novels, having been, among among other things, an Olympic-rate fencer).  The novels lack the action of the oldest movies, but Miss Marple is the cool, keen-witted auntie you always wanted, the old woman int eh corner no one sees but who notices everything and who studies people the way Internet reviewers these days take Star Trek to task.

So, there it is - go read Christie.  If you can, chase down the old BBC Poirot and Marple series, they're worth your time, especially if you like turn-of-the-century criminal dramas that relied almost entirely on awesome source material and first-rate acting.  There's a thunderstorm on the way, so I have to wrap the journal up.

Thank goodness I went ahead and made the brine for Sunday's chicken ahead of time.

(Jeez, I haven't updated this since last summer! )

Anyway, just wanted to wish everyone a happy Easter whilst waiting for my dinner guests to arrive - I haven't had as much time for deviantART of late, but that doesn't mean I've left it behind.  Hopefully, real life slows down enough that I can get some of my neglected projects back on track.

See you on the flip side!