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Arthur Hughes (British, 1852 - 1913)

Ophelia, 1852

There is a willow grows aslant the brook,
That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream;
There with fantastic garlands did she come.
Of crow-flowers, nettles, daisies, and long purples.
There on the pendant boughs her coronet weeds
Clambering to hang, an envious sliver broke.
When down the weedy trophies and herself
Fell in the weeping brook.

More Ophelia on hideback

3D Lashes updated.

I updated my lashes.
Fixed an issue about the lashes clipping through a hair with texture alpha.

Thank you to Irina for giving me information!

The lashes will not be drawn front of bangs any more.
When a sim moves her head aslant,a hair clips the lashes,though… well,it’s the regrettable behavior of “SimGlass” shader.

Anyway,if you’ve got my lashes,and you usually use custom hairs with texture alpha, I hope you to see my blog for the details and update my lashes.

3D Lashes Version2

3D Lashes Version2 for Kids

3D Lashes Version2 for Skin Detail

3D Lashes Curly Edition

3D Lashes for Kids

3Dまつ毛、更新しました

透過ヘアと一緒に使用した際、まつ毛が前髪等の手前に描かれてしまう問題を修正しました。
ただ、シェーダーの問題自体は根本的に回避はできていないので、シムが斜めを向いた時に、前後が反転するので、奥に描かれるはずの髪の毛がまつ毛の上に描かれてしまいます・・・
とりあえず、正面向きの不都合は回避できるので、それだけでも違和感は軽減できると思います。

Irinaさん、情報ありがとうございます!

詳しくは本ブログにてご確認下さい。上記リンク、またはこちらから

white and gray of geese swelling
the swarm of sunshine, the sea,
steering over the water-widths  
the blue pastures, the waves’
white foam, the hissing heart of
their crest 

pine stands vigil, great dark
sentinel of time

twisting in the ether

she gathers the horse to her,
his hooves hardly wet in his swiftness

huntress rises from dawn arrow
springing after arrow from the bow as
permanent as its constellation

so she stands without fear,
blinded and bewitched by the center of
her own fortune

huntress, sleek, well-fed

she walliows, has her bounty, 
wants more

geese slip with the last of the day-wind
aslant, no more

this: the last song

Ophelia (1900). Pascal Adolphe Jean Dagnan-Bouveret (French, 1852-1929). Oil on canvas.

“QUEEN GERTRUDE
There is a willow grows aslant a brook,
That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream;
There with fantastic garlands did she come
Of crow-flowers, nettles, daisies, and long purples
That liberal shepherds give a grosser name,
But our cold maids do dead men’s fingers call them:
There, on the pendent boughs her coronet weeds
Clambering to hang, an envious sliver broke;…”

Do As I Say, Not As I Do

Babrius, Fables 109

Said his mother to the crab, “Don’t walk aslant,
And don’t drag your limbs sideways on the wet stone.”
But he said, “O mother my teacher, you first
Walk away straight, and I’ll watch you and do it.”

 “Μὴ λοξὰ βαίνειν” ἔλεγε καρκίνῳ μήτηρ,
“ὑγρῇ τε πέτρῃ πλάγια κῶλα μὴ σύρειν.”
ὁ δ’ εἶπε “μῆτερ ἡ διδάσκαλος, πρώτη
ὀρθὴν ἄπελθε, καὶ βλέπων σε ποιήσω.” 

A Crab on the Seashore. Utagawa Kunisada (1786-1865)