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Sorrow found me when I was young.
Sorrow waited, sorrow won.
This week in my Issues in Popular Culture class we’ll be talking about fandom and my assignment is legitimately to go on Fanfiction.net and read at least two pieces of slash fanfiction. I’m not making this up.
For my Writer’s Craft class in high school, we had to do the same. We also had to write fanfiction for school.
Bernini never ceases to amaze me.
The way he can make cold, hard marble look as warm and soft as real flesh is truly a gift. His attention to detail is astounding. You can see the veins beneath Pluto’s skin in his hand, especially brought out by the way Bernini plays with shadows and counts on them to make his statues real. I still can’t fathom how anyone can take a slab of rock and make it come to life. The way the cloth folds and how it almost seems translucent, how you just know how the fabric will feel without even touching it. The day I see his statues in person is the day I will cry hysterically in public.
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Reading positions by Kate Beaton (who’s on Tumblr!)
I sure am!