testing our abilities

Love is the great test of the human. The human is tested by our ability to withstand love. Love is so difficult, it is so challenging, it demands of us that we wreck it with ourselves. It demands of us an honesty that few of us could sustain.
—  Junot Díaz
The 4 Ordeals

Ordeals of Air

  • We face the loss of what we love, whatever gives us material or personal security, etc.
  • Tests our psychological mobility, attachments, capacity for withstanding great adversities, and detachment from material things
  • Signs in dreams and visions: of falling, or on the edge of a cliff, or in a high place

Ordeals of Fire

  • We will be persecuted, wronged, criticized, blocked, obstructed, betrayed, etc., in order to arouse our anger.
  • Tests our temperature, serenity, sweetness.
  • Signs in dreams and visions: of flames, fires

Ordeals of Water

  • Our circumstances will change radically.
  • Tests our fluidity, adaptability, altruism, philanthropy
  • Signs in dreams and visions: drowning, raging waves or seas, floods

Ordeals of Earth

  • We will be obstructed, have no way to proceed with our goals, be restrained or weighed down.
  • Tests our solidity, perseverance, ability to deal with inconveniences.
  • Signs in dreams and visions: of being crushed between boulders or mountains, buried alive, climbing a mountain, rolling down a mountain

I am so fucking done with schools shoving inspirational speeches down our throats about individualism when they dress us same individuals in the same shitty uniform, test our ability in the same fucking test papers, force us all to do the same fucking work then get pissed when someone doesn’t understand, teach us all with the same fucking shitty method,but will stand up on a stage in front of all their pupils and have the audacity to call us unique and individuals.


Hi! It’s Eva and Avalo! We wanted to write a post about our work together and how we make the pages. Hope It’ll be useful for someone!
(We’re sorry there must be a whole lot of english mistakes…)
Once we played together on tegaki E, and accidentally created a story about a man-eating dead boy and a prince who’s trying to stay alive in palace intrigues. It came out to be good play, so we thought it might be a decent comic. But we’ve never worked together, and the comic was going to be huge, so we decided to test our ability to create something as co-authors. Thus we started the Sun Rising, our precious tryout, that was supposed to be be twenty pages, but ended up to be one hundred pages long (that’s a bit of a difference!). that’s a pre-story, now to the working process!

First, we devided our duties. It was easy! Eva is excellent writer, so she is more writer than artist.  And Avalo is more artist than writer! This helps us in some arguings, where Eva can tell the last word concerning the plot, and Avalo can stress some art ideas. Interesting detail is, when we began to work together, we were afraid of any arguings, and tried to avoid them, and it was extremely unproductive behaviour. After approximately a month we realised that co-authors can argue as much as they want, if they’re hearing each other, and ready to accept friend’s point of view. We also realised that in most cases our devided personal opinions merge to become the best solution.
We started to work on the comic by writing a script. It was detailed, although it changed in its parts after we drew a storyboard. Eva was writing the script and creating the storyboard, Avalo was mere adviser during this process. Then we continued to work equally. Usually Avalo creates sketches. After that Avalo, with the help of Damian, our dear friend from US, translates the pages. We figured it’s important to make final text on the stage of sketches because sometimes text affects impressions poses or camera angles. Then Eva or Avalo draws lineart above it, then, if it’s a new scene with new lighting, it’s up to Avalo to create colour palette. And when it’s done we colour next pages equally.
We chosen Avalo’s style as a style for this comic so sometimes Eva have to adjust her drawings, line and colour to it. It was hard at the beginning but now we have no difficulty with that. When we finish to draw pages, we inspect them. We check if they all made in the color palette we need, sometimes redraw stuff, or decide to switch some frames with each other.

After that Eva starts to make text and bubbles. Then we check and recheck the pages for the matter of text meaning, typos or art mistakes. And voila! The episode is done!


“They’re weeding us out, seeing if we’ll give up, finding the best of us. Throwing variables at us, trying to make us quit. Testing our ability to hope and fight. Sending Teresa here and shutting everything down was only the last part, one more… final analysis. Now it’s time for the last test. To escape.”

11: Passion

“Passion is about power, living life, making love, playing games and sports. We have extra energy to do what we desire that are not about the basic necessities of life; working, finding food and shelter, etc. Nature is tamed, but we still want to test ourselves, or test our abilities against others. Not having this energy, we shamble through life, having no interest beyond mere survival.”

Of course this is totally unofficial and just made for the joy and as fanart, so please no stealing!

This deck will have 22 cards (0-21); I will skip the big and the small arcanum, those cards are boring anyway

Media: Vectors, Photoshop.

Five Nights at Freddy’s belongs to (the awesome) Scott Cawthon!

the 38 days thefitally biked 3,000 miles across the United States

I spent all of summer 2012 sitting on my butt. Now that may seem extremely lazy of me but I never thought I could experience everything from fear to strength to joy on the seat of a bicycle.

It all started in June on a 115-degree day at the Savannah airport in Georgia. There, for the first time, I met my two counselors: Becca, small but fearless, and Marc, the goofy outdoorsman, and eventually the other eleven kids that were crazy enough to sign up for this. We were all going to become one another’s leaders, best friends, and family over the course of the following six weeks. We were going to bike 3,000 miles across America: Tybee Island, Georgia, to Santa Monica, California.

The trip began at the break of dawn on June 23. The first two weeks through Georgia and Alabama were a test of our physical ability to ride over 80 miles through sweltering heat and humidity to make me question my choice about signing up for this while my friends were at the beach. Fortunately, I had the privilege of experiencing small town America on a personal, 15 mile-an-hour level. I spent nights in small Southern towns in churches and community centers, with family cooked dinners and around townspeople wondering what in the world a pack of fourteen bikers were doing outside the local Piggly Wiggly. I met people who had never left their hometowns, had never ridden a bicycle, and were so inspired by who we were but at the same time bewildered that we were doing this just because we convinced ourselves we could.

As we cycled through the cornfields of Kansas, the Rockies of Colorado, the infamous Route 66 through the Mojave Desert, and the San Bernardinos in California, the trip became not just a physical challenge but a mental one. 4 A.M. wakeups, 100+ mile days, desert monsoons, and mountain climbs became strenuous not only on my legs. Throughout the last week, all of us were completely and utterly drained of energy. But on our final day, we shot up from bed, still half asleep, packed up, and prepared to reach the sea. We had ridden 2,970 miles. Only 30 to go. It was surreal.

One man in Mississippi told us “It’s the journey, not the destination” and I will never forget it. I realize that it was the journey where I found strength, determination, the ability to fall and get back up, and discovered the value in unwavering loyalty. I had the privilege of spending six weeks with a group of the most passionate, determined, and persevering people I have ever known. It was in the journey that I realized I may never find the one place I feel the most at home, because maybe it isn’t one place at all. The journey allowed me to improve my leadership and group work skills, stay focused, and achieve what was seemingly the impossible. But in all honesty I think that if you tell yourself you can do something, if you keep pedaling, you can.

I have lived only nineteen years of my life and if there is anything biking across this continent has taught me, it’s that 3,000 miles is very far. But it’s only a fraction of what there is to explore in a fraction of my life. It made me realize that I have plenty more miles to cover and more incredible people to meet. And they might just be a bike ride away, so keep pedaling.