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Minas (he/him). An artist of sorts that's always thinking about either the Elder Scrolls or Red Dead Redemption. English isn't my first language!

Eisteddfod Chairs: Pick Your Winner!

It's almost June! Nearly time to reveal the 2023 Chair! So come, gather round Tumblrs, let me tell you of the furniture-based customs of my people

So Wales has been celebrating Eisteddfodau (festivals of poetry, music, and disco dancing), in some form or another, since at least the 1100s, when Lord Rhys of Dinefwr had one all formal-like and made it into a big fun party and that. The word basically means 'sitting place', and probably refers to the way people in summer would gather round the twmpath in the village to listen to bards that passed through and drink mead and shout 'hurrah!' a lot. Amazingly, this is not where the Chair Thing comes from.

Part of Welsh history is the Bardic Age, and it was custom for bards to travel the country and visit the courts of assorted gentry types (also normal people's houses and taverns and twmpaths but let's stay on topic) and play for them. If the lord paid well, great; if not, the bard would write a Super Mean Song about them and sing it everywhere, so they were pretty well treated.

But if they were particularly good, rather than making them play for the WHOLE meal, the lord would offer them a chair at the table to join in the feast as a guest, rather than a worker, and THAT is where the Chair Thing comes from.

Anyway that's preamble to say that every year in the biggest Eisteddfod of all - the Eisteddfod Genedlaethol - the highest honour awarded goes to the Prifardd - the bard who writes the winning cywydd (super complex Welsh poetry WE DON'T HAVE TIME TO EXPLAIN ALL OF THIS). And the prize for writing the winning cywydd is that you are awarded, you guessed it, the Chair.

Now these Chairs (capital C, please, we like a bit of Fantasy Novel Capitalisation and for this cultural reason I will never understand people who complain about it) are unique. They are thrones. They are carved each year by one chosen carpenter, who crafts a one-of-a-kind Chair with symbolism and that, never to be replicated. They usually have the year carved on, but otherwise, they vary wildly in aesthetic and symbolism. In a No Award year (because Eisteddfod judges don't subscribe to the Western idea that there HAS to be a first, second and third place; if no one is good enough there is no award, and I have seen choir competitions for seven year olds where there was no first or third place but there were two choirs in joint second), the Chair is sent back to the carpenter who carved it, and they get to keep it. In a year where the bard died before the ceremony, it is draped in black, and given to next of kin.

(That has only happened once. RIP Hedd Wyn, 1887-1917. Also the only reproduced Chair; the original, known as the Gadair Ddu (the Black Chair) is on display in his family home, but a 3D printed replica has been made for display by Amgueddfa Cymru)

BUT THEREFORE a big part of Eisteddfod fun is seeing what the Chair will look like this year. Traditional ones, see, we tend to think look like variants of this:

(Apologies for the substandard attempts at alt-text; I have no clue how to describe these properly)

This one is from 1896. The phrase "Y gwir yn erbyn y byd" means "The truth against the world", and was included in a lot of old ones. Modern ones tend to incorporate the druidic symbol for awen ("poetic inspriation") instead. Some of these incidentally turn up in lil' chapels and that about the country.

But actually even the old ones were mad different, look; clockwise from top left, these are y Gadair Ddu (1917), 1876, 1926 (when the carpenter was Chinese and enjoyed the cultural fusion), and 1908.

Still the same theme, though, but in the modern day the carpenters are all off the shits! They're all over the place! Fuck the rules! And I have Opinions.

Category: I See What You Did There

SYMBOLISM!!! 2011 is a pit wheel from Wrexham's mining past! 2013 is the head of a harp, from Denbighshire's cultural harp-making past! 2017 is fish, from Anglesey's maritime present! Fantastic. Love it.

Best in category: 2017. Why does Anglesey's have so many eyes on the fish? We don't know. Wylfa B protestors reportedly furious.

Category: The Modern Throne

TALL!!! That silhouette! That height!! They have the range, darling! Christ knows 2016 doesn't have anything else going for it! Shout out to the Conwy river on 2019, the different woods from the forests of Maldwyn for 2015, and the red kite symbolism for Ceredigion in 2022 (the spiritual home of the bird, where the species was first saved).

Best in category: 2019, Conwy. I like the bridge and the river lines and the water effect on the front of the seat it's just so pretty.

Category: That's Just A Chair

(I am actually friends with the Prifardd who won 2018 at the bottom there :D )

WHAT ARE RULES WE JUST WANT FUNCTIONAL CHAIRS. Man even so 2014 was fucking ugly. You could have 2018 in your house. Around your table, like. Even 2012 has a sort of IKEA vibe that's boring but palatable. 2014 is only coming in the house under sufferance.

Best in Category: 2018, easy, and not just because it's the one I'm most likely to get to sit in one day. It's pretty.

Category: NO GODS NO CHAIRS NO MASTERS

WHAT

WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED IN 2010

BRO I DO NOT THINK YOU TRIED

Best in Category: OBVIOUSLY 2021 I COULD PHYSICALLY MAKE 2010 MYSELF

shoe shopping is so humiliating they need to put changing rooms in there at least. 3pm on a saturday and i'm there sweating it out, in between pairs of docs so the dogs are fully out, on the hardest bench crafted by human hands in between the two little shelves. always those two little shelves, with the skechers display items lined up collecting dust. i'm rolling around in the mud out there trying to free this pair of timbs from their tissue paper cocoon and next thing i know the 60 year old attendant, gums showing, comes barreling up holding a foot-measuring device that the occult masters were no doubt using for some kind of podiatrist phrenology a hundred years ago, ready to tell me that my long unwieldy pinky toe signifies i won't make it through the winter. and i'm flat on my back, wishing i hadn't put the boots back in the box after seeing the price tag, so i could at least kick up and defend myself. eventually i get to take my leave toting a pair of mediocre adidas, looking like shaggy blonde poodles just raring to hit third place at the district track meet next week. but you leave a piece of yourself behind, y'know, in between those two little display shelves. the saints' eyes aren't seeing you from between those shelves, i can tell you that

Stage 1: using your native language's idioms in English out of habit/lack of knowledge

Stage 2: using English idioms as much as you can to prove that you're good at English

Stage 3: using your native language's idioms in English because they fuck actually

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“either take off your cross or put on your underwear” (ukrainian) to say that you can’t have both things at once is my favorite expression to ever exist in any language. i needed to put this out into the world so bad, im finally free.

MinasNorma's emergency commissions

Okay so, long story short, I had surgery a couple months ago. Due to complications I had to go on medical leave for much longer than I would've wanted, and unfortunately the bills didn't go on leave with me 🥲🥲

So here! I'm opening comms in this particular art style (flat colors, light shading) at a fraction of my usual rate. I'm gonna start at 5 slots each, and if/when they get filled, we'll see about doing more.

I also have a Ko-Fi page, if you're so inclined. ❤️

Reblogs help a lot! Thank you! ❤️

MinasNorma's emergency commissions

Okay so, long story short, I had surgery a couple months ago. Due to complications I had to go on medical leave for much longer than I would've wanted, and unfortunately the bills didn't go on leave with me 🥲🥲

So here! I'm opening comms in this particular art style (flat colors, light shading) at a fraction of my usual rate. I'm gonna start at 5 slots each, and if/when they get filled, we'll see about doing more.

I also have a Ko-Fi page, if you're so inclined. ❤️

Reblogs help a lot! Thank you! ❤️

I LOVE being alive so I can be mediocre at SO many different hobbies

People in the tags keep saying this but unironically but this WAS unironic I actually do have hobbies and I am mediocre at them. And they do make me happy anyway

A character+inventory sheet for my Nerevarine, the Dunmer spellsword Devathi Sol. He's a misanthropic grump, currently fighting over directions with the ghost of Nerevar that's been plaguing his existence since he put the Moon-and-Star ring on. (RPlaying Morrowind like it's a buddy movie is my favourite thing.)

He carries:

  • A glass longsword and shield, and a daedric axe. He's a proficient fighter with both, decent with daggers, but won't use anything heavier.
  • A bunch of magical jewelry he keeps 'just in case' but never really uses.
  • A copy of 'A Less Rude Song'. He has a passion for raunchy and overall inappropriate books.
  • A bunch of magic scrolls that don't see much use either.
  • An Ordinator helmet. He cut the mohawk part off for practical reasons and only wears it away from cities. He finds it a bit on the nose, but it makes Nerevar happy.
  • Lots of potions... And a bit of booze.
  • More money than he'll ever spend. Devathi stays away from people as much as he can, so he doesn't get to spend a lot.
  • A change of clothes.

I've never shared much about him as I find the TES fandom a bit intimidating, but I hope you'll enjoy seeing this grumpy lad!

Edit: I split the images for better mobile visibility, and added alt text.

Look pal, you don't understand. I don't want to be handsome, I want to have good character design. I won't stop until I look in the mirror and think 'Yes, someone out there has an OC that looks just like me'. I want to look like someone's beloved transmasc bear wizard casual OC that they doodle in the corner of their sketchbook, that they put in a thousand little scenarios, that they make AMVs in their mind for. That's what I'm going for.

ok I take back what I’ve said about contemporary art. This is amazing.

THIS is what art is about. I bitch about modern art a lot but the problem I have is that most of it (and I've worked in a museum and been an art student) is bullshitting. It is only sometimes you get shit like this, that is 0% bullshit and 100% raw screaming emotion that is demanding you LISTEN and FEEL and CONFRONT. This is art. This is what art is about. Are you mad? Are you horrified? Are you uncomfortable? GOOD.

[Image description: a photo of the exhibit and the description.

The exhibit shows a plugged in white box fan enclosed in a clear box.

It is by John Boskovich (1956-2006) and titled “Electric Fan (Feel it Motherfuckers); Only Unclaimed Item from the Stephen Earabino Estate, 1997.” It is made from an electric fan encased in Plexiglas with vinyl faux etching and Plexiglas base with casters. It was a gift of the artist in memory of Stephen Earabino, 2000.12. The description says “Soon after the death of his lover Stephen Earabino from AIDS, Los Angeles conceptual artist Boskovich discovered that Earabino’s family had completely cleared out his apartment, including the artist’s possessions, save for the electric box fan in this work. An entire person, existence, and relationship had been erased, like so many were during the AIDS crisis. Boskovich encased the fan in Plexiglas as a kind of evidence and added cutouts to allow its circulated air to escape and be felt by the viewer, almost like an exhalation. In a sense restoring Earabino’s breath, at least as a facsimile in memoriam, Boskovich makes a tender and brokenhearted gesture toward some form of eternal life.”

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