What's the most beautiful thing you've ever seen?
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I think the most beautiful and terrible thing I've seen was a forest fire. I drove through one unexpectedly on my way to the interior of BC in the summer. It was just.. there are no words. I got out and took a picture when I was far enough away, and wrote a poem about it after.
Truly a moving and powerful experience.
Truly a moving and powerful experience.
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Two things.
I go to California a lot because my Grandma lives there. She lives pretty far north but not actually in the "Northern half". There's all kinds of trees and mountains and stuff though. We were driving through the mountains once, and it was slightly foggy... you know, how the fog can sometimes cling to the ground? And the trees overhead were sort of leaning over the roadway, which kept twisting back and forth on itself and shining in the dampness of everything. Night was falling and everything had a dim glow to it. I couldn't see the sky, and the trees surrounding me were comforting and secure. Everything was green and brown and fresh.
I also have a Grandma in Florida. She lives a couple hours' drive away from this big harbor town, and one time we thought it would be interesting to go deep-sea fishing. The boat took us several hours out from the beach... we couldn't see land anywhere. I climbed up to the top of the boat and turned around in a circle and the ocean surrounded me completely--huge, blue, textured and mysterious. I almost felt like if I jumped off the boat I could walk back to shore on top of the waves. On the way back to the harbor, the sun set, and the ocean turned orange and caught fire. Clouds started forming and partially obscured the sun.
I go to California a lot because my Grandma lives there. She lives pretty far north but not actually in the "Northern half". There's all kinds of trees and mountains and stuff though. We were driving through the mountains once, and it was slightly foggy... you know, how the fog can sometimes cling to the ground? And the trees overhead were sort of leaning over the roadway, which kept twisting back and forth on itself and shining in the dampness of everything. Night was falling and everything had a dim glow to it. I couldn't see the sky, and the trees surrounding me were comforting and secure. Everything was green and brown and fresh.
I also have a Grandma in Florida. She lives a couple hours' drive away from this big harbor town, and one time we thought it would be interesting to go deep-sea fishing. The boat took us several hours out from the beach... we couldn't see land anywhere. I climbed up to the top of the boat and turned around in a circle and the ocean surrounded me completely--huge, blue, textured and mysterious. I almost felt like if I jumped off the boat I could walk back to shore on top of the waves. On the way back to the harbor, the sun set, and the ocean turned orange and caught fire. Clouds started forming and partially obscured the sun.
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Um, I don't really think I can name the most beautiful thing. I've seen many beautiful things and taking only one of them would be generalizing.
On top of my head, I am very fond of bw/colour scenes from "Pleasantville", certain photos of a cloudy sky, some of Klee's paintings, and coast of Ronna in Geneva.
On top of my head, I am very fond of bw/colour scenes from "Pleasantville", certain photos of a cloudy sky, some of Klee's paintings, and coast of Ronna in Geneva.
Flares lighting up a forest in a cold and dark november night.
Strong white light, castig shadows that move as the flare descends, illuminating everything and everyone and revealing clearly what you seconds earlier could only see the shadow of in the full and complete darkness of a winter night.
I can not begin to describe how beautiful it looks, nor how beautiful it is to see a lit flare above the forest, slowly falling to the ground, glowing like a large, cold star against the nightime sky.
Just... Beautiful.
Only problem is that when one lights up, you are either to consentrated picking out targets and shooting... Or you're to busy legging it and making your way through the uneven forest floor, trying to see hidden holes on the ground, an activity which is hard enough without all the distorted shadows moving around all over the place.
Not to mention that flares usually means you are, or are about to, be shot at.
Strong white light, castig shadows that move as the flare descends, illuminating everything and everyone and revealing clearly what you seconds earlier could only see the shadow of in the full and complete darkness of a winter night.
I can not begin to describe how beautiful it looks, nor how beautiful it is to see a lit flare above the forest, slowly falling to the ground, glowing like a large, cold star against the nightime sky.
Just... Beautiful.
Only problem is that when one lights up, you are either to consentrated picking out targets and shooting... Or you're to busy legging it and making your way through the uneven forest floor, trying to see hidden holes on the ground, an activity which is hard enough without all the distorted shadows moving around all over the place.
Not to mention that flares usually means you are, or are about to, be shot at.
Så länge skutan kan gå, så länge hjärtat kan slå, så länge solen den glittrar på böljorna blå...
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Yes. Yes it is.
Should note that the november I was referring too was devoid of snow. Stupid global warming, makes fall last through december and winter last too may (technically, the last snow was sometime in april, but bleh).
EDIT: Snow would probably have lowered the impact of the flares though...
Fog (or smoke from a campfire) over lakes and fields can also be pretty damned beautiful.
Should note that the november I was referring too was devoid of snow. Stupid global warming, makes fall last through december and winter last too may (technically, the last snow was sometime in april, but bleh).
EDIT: Snow would probably have lowered the impact of the flares though...
Fog (or smoke from a campfire) over lakes and fields can also be pretty damned beautiful.
Så länge skutan kan gå, så länge hjärtat kan slå, så länge solen den glittrar på böljorna blå...
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I've seen one of those, it is indeed a beautiful sight to behold.noxmeansxno wrote:Watching the sun rise from a plane as you're breaking through the clouds... Breath taking. Cheap digital camera shots do it no justice, and I'd never be able to draw it.
As for what I find most beautiful... that look in someone's eyes when they're looking at someone who means the world to them. That looks even better when it's directed right at you...
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I think one of the most beautiful things I've seen recently was when I was walking home across campus from work at 7 AM this spring. The dawn glow was just so beautiful, and the cherry tree across the path was blooming and petals were falling everywhere. It was so awesome I forgot that my relief had come an hour late.
The most beautiful thing I've ever dreamed was the time I dreamed I had wings. I could feel them on my back and it was just... awesome. I drew a series of comics about it.
The most beautiful thing I've ever dreamed was the time I dreamed I had wings. I could feel them on my back and it was just... awesome. I drew a series of comics about it.
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I have always loved to write and draw. And like many artists I wanted success from it. I defined success as being picked up by a syndicate or company and draw for a living so I wrote, drew and sent off submissions 24/7. (At the time I was working as a graphic designer but that's totally different than getting paid to draw stuff you love to draw). So, I got the chance to go to a local elementary school and talk to a 2nd grade class about art (at the time I was working on a children's book and a teacher found out about it and asked a coworker if I'd come talk to the class). I stood in front of the first class and I began telling them about writing a story, how to construct, and then draw a companion illustration. They wanted to see me draw. Then they wanted to show me how good they could draw. Other teachers came to the presentation and I ended up spending the entire day at the school talking to several classes. The kids were so enthusiastic and they drew some awesome pictures. Several of them asked me to draw something for them and autograph it. Several students drew stuff for me to which I asked for them to autograph it. When I was getting ready to leave the teacher from the first class came out and gave me a valentine (she was really cute and was flirting with me asking if I was single and such but I'm married and don't play that game I've got too good a deal to screw up) that her class had put together.
The day really meant a lot to me. And as I left I thought, here I am trying to figure out what my purpose is and wanting success and what if my whole purpose was to motivate one of those kids to the point where he or she would grow up to be a great artist because I motivated them.
My whole outlook changed. After that drawing became something totally different to me and I felt like I had achieved the success I wanted. I was able to move on and do other things with my life and not be so tied down to my art. Now I do it for fun but no longer obsess with it.
The day really meant a lot to me. And as I left I thought, here I am trying to figure out what my purpose is and wanting success and what if my whole purpose was to motivate one of those kids to the point where he or she would grow up to be a great artist because I motivated them.
My whole outlook changed. After that drawing became something totally different to me and I felt like I had achieved the success I wanted. I was able to move on and do other things with my life and not be so tied down to my art. Now I do it for fun but no longer obsess with it.
The most beautiful thing I saw? Don't laugh, but it's true...
It's when I first lay my eyes on the coloring of the American comic books.
I hardly saw American comics throughout my life. The only American comics I could still recall was some 70's comics featuring the Incredible Hulk, Superman, Wonder Woman, Captain America, Batman, the Green Lantern, Archie, etc. that my parents obtained free from a neighbour. Back then, I was only 5 or 6 years old. After that, I never saw much of American comics.
Since I'm so ignorant about the American comics, my online Canadian friend decided to send me a bunch of American comics I've never heard of. When I opened up the package, I just stared jaw-dropped at the level of the American professional coloring skills. Damn, flipping through those books was the most incredible experience I've ever had.
It's when I first lay my eyes on the coloring of the American comic books.
I hardly saw American comics throughout my life. The only American comics I could still recall was some 70's comics featuring the Incredible Hulk, Superman, Wonder Woman, Captain America, Batman, the Green Lantern, Archie, etc. that my parents obtained free from a neighbour. Back then, I was only 5 or 6 years old. After that, I never saw much of American comics.
Since I'm so ignorant about the American comics, my online Canadian friend decided to send me a bunch of American comics I've never heard of. When I opened up the package, I just stared jaw-dropped at the level of the American professional coloring skills. Damn, flipping through those books was the most incredible experience I've ever had.
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I agree. I've always liked grey rainy days over sunny days. I love the cold dead look of winter over colorful springtime. I love small run down towns, dirty dives, imperfections. A hell of a lot more character than clean, neat and perfect. Perfect bores me.Nanda wrote:Beautiful is over-rated. I'm more interested in ugly and obscene at the moment.
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I completely agree.
Winter and rainy days ARE beautiful. As is the velvet darkness of the night... *sigh* Ah, the night.
True beauty is in the eye of the beholder. No one can tell you what's beautiful. No one can force it on you. Well, OK, they can, as Nanda's comics are the perfect example... what I mean is that you don't have to listen. Forge your own path...
Winter and rainy days ARE beautiful. As is the velvet darkness of the night... *sigh* Ah, the night.
True beauty is in the eye of the beholder. No one can tell you what's beautiful. No one can force it on you. Well, OK, they can, as Nanda's comics are the perfect example... what I mean is that you don't have to listen. Forge your own path...




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