For my lovely friend @silver-sniper

I’m not dead…though perhaps my hand is now… Seriously, I think the designers over at AE are trying to make my mind explode with all the detail they put into the outfits, it’s insane (in the best possible way). Nevertheless, I tried, and had a lot of fun doing it.

Line art of silver-sniper’s character, Argent Snipes the Arcane Dark Caster (aka: precious emo marshmallow). We’ve been doing a DF roleplay for a while with Argent and Rigby, and they’ve draw a few pictures with Rigby, so I thought it was high time I tried my hand at a sketch. Ended up being a bit bigger of a project than I anticipated…oh well.

(Side note: I really want that coat…so majestic. Also, only nerds hold books with their hands) 

DragonFable and AdventureQuest Worlds are property of Artix Entertainment.

The character Argent Snipes belongs to @silver-sniper

Adam Driver and Joanne Tucker would like you to sign a petition to save the US Army’s live theater program in Europe.

Funding to support live theater at US military installations across Europe (a program which has been in place for 60 years) has been eliminated. Adam Driver and Joanne Tucker, founders of Arts in the Armed ( are encouraging those who support the constructive role the arts can play in military communities to sign a petition asking that funding for this program be reinstated.  Here’s their letter. 

And here’s the place to sign the petition.

The Battle Between Art And Entertainment

Art is in flux these days. There seems to be equal opposing sentiments that art is either intrinsically important or a complete waste of time.

When art galleries acquire highly valuable pieces with public money, people jump at the chance to sass it on some newspaper comment section. There seems to be a response among a significant fraction of the population that our money should not be wasted on things that don’t pay returns. Yet at the same time, we are a species with sight as our primary sense and take in more visuals than the average Renaissance Italian could’ve imagined in a wet dream—movies, television, graphics on billboards and Internet videos. Single movies make hundreds of millions of dollars and more people viewed a video of a juvenile panda than voted in every major election in the history of most provinces….read full article

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(Image via Financial Times)

The Myth of the Mona Lisa

Leonardo Da Vinci’s Mona Lisa is the most famous painting in the world. It’s an enduring tourist attraction, immediately recognisable by millions, and highly coveted by art lovers, but La Joconde remains one of the most puzzling paintings that exists. We don’t know when she was painted, who she is, or what it is about her expression that’s so alluring.

Theories regarding her identity are plentiful. The most credible is that she’s Lisa del Giocondo, a member of the Gherardini family of Florence and Tuscany, but several other candidates have been proposed, including Isabella of Naples, the mistress of Giuliano de’ Medici, and even Leonardo himself. And the theorising doesn’t stop there. Donald Sassoon noted, in his book on the painting, that a “paucity of evidence keeps the experts divided.” That paucity of evidence also keeps the crackpots divided. An Italian researcher claims there are miniscule letters on her eyes, such as “LV” (da Vinci’s initials) and “BS” (“bullshit” probably isn’t the intended meaning, but it’s what comes to mind). There’s also the Canadian professor that thinks the Mona Lisa is simply an interpretation of love poems by Horace and Petrarch. Even Sigmund Freud had his pet theory that Mona Lisa’s smile was modelled on da Vinci’s mother’s.

Most of these theories are impossible to prove (and many are simply unprovable by their ridiculous nature), but some recent discoveries are helping us uncover her history. High resolution photoraphy has revealed that she used to have eyebrows that were wiped away during some stage of restoration, and some scientists in Spain think the secret to her changing moods is explained by which part of the eye sees her mouth first. The latest discovery should shed more light on the mystery: a copy of the Mona Lisa, painted by one of Leonardo’s pupils. It’s believed to have been painted at the same time as the original, and, without the cracked, yellowing varnish of the original, does a much better job of showing the subject’s youthfulness and other details.

The sheer enigma of the Mona Lisa lends a lot of weight to its high standing, but its fame didn’t reach its greatest heights until 1911, when an employee at the Louvre smuggled the painting out under his coat. (Also covered recently by Financial Times and Smithsonian Magazine.) Vincenzo Perrugia was an Italian patriot who was seized with a desire to return many of Italy’s stolen art treasures to Italy. (The Mona Lisa, of course, was not in fact stolen from Italy but finished there and sold to the king.) In the course of the two year investigation – which took so long that there were whispers of a hoax – even French poet Guillaume Apollinaire was briefly a suspect, and he in turn fingered Pablo Picasso for the theft. Both were eventually exonerated and Perrugia was caught when he inadvertently tried to sell the painting to the directors of a gallery in Florence.

The Mona Lisa’s theft is one of very few excursions from the Louvre. She was removed and hidden during World War II as Germans invaded France. And then there was the time Jackie Kennedy wanted to borrow her. France’s minister of culture André Malraux promised it to her at a dinner in Washington, presumably unaware of the public and private turmoil it would cause. The Mona Lisa’s handler at the Louvre didn’t want her to travel, its chosen handler in Washington didn’t think it should travel, and the French media exclaimed “La Joconde must not leave the Louvre!” Nevertheless, after 6 months of tortured negotiation, the exchange was made. In the end, the events unfolded during the Cuban missile crisis, and Malraux and Charles de Gaulle framed the loan to be a gesture of amity, while President Kennedy was able to use the loan to his political advantage, amplifying his domestic and international popularity.

14th is SilentDroidd!! I also have a sketch of Carlos that I will post sometime this week if I’m not too busy. :) I have found that I like drawing them interacting with the frame itself ‘cause it just seems more dynamic that way. I might dabble a bit more with it and see what I like. Enjoy ~~


NCR:  arts & entertainment > dining out > Bar Acuda

When Kristin and I arrived in Kauai we had no idea we would have THE BEST (oh yeah, I did just say THE BEST) food experience EVER. We landed koo koo over the coconut and papaya we knew awaited us. But things went bananas when we found ourselves on the North Shore in Hanalei at Bar Acuda. The restaurant came as a recommendation from three different sources to my iPhone on the same day. So it was a no brainer that we would go. Mummyji was already on the island with us and our friend Rose had just flown in. It was one of those magical days that could never have been planned or mapped out. We collected Rose from Lihue airport and told her we were driving to the North Shore. Upon arrival the weather changed dramatically. We left the sunny South Shore and entered a land of mist and lush and pouring rain. Our first stop was the beach. As everyone left for shelter from the downpour … we ran into the ocean ( which btw I always want to call the sea - so for future reference I may take creative liberties over geography). We frolicked in the sea like young giggling girls do. It was such an exhilarating feeling of joy and a throwback to innocent days when none of us had any awareness of the responsibilities, trials, tribulations, love & heartache that comes with life. All there was in this moment was PLAY. It was bliss. 

We mooched about the town checking out local shops - buying snacks to tie us over, changing on the side of the road where I may have been more naked than not at some point, Kristin bought a new bikini… we killed time. Until Bar Acuda slayed us with the most delicious meal of our lives. We sat outside and had a really lovely and friendly server named Jordan. She knew a lot about the menu and one thing I personally appreciated was the lack of “server voice”. You know that high pitched helium voice the girls at restaurants like Cactus Club or Earls always greet you and take your order with. Jordan had none of that. She engaged us as … wait for it… human beings! She shared with us the nature of the menu and how ingredients were local where possible except the tomatoes were grown on another island. She walked us through the menu we made or choices and a taste explosion proceeded. Even the sangria was so tasty! The day could best be described as divine intervention. If I were to be granted a last supper… Bar Acuda would be it. ~ Sima

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