Meredith McClaren's Blog, page 40

Description: An illustration of two lovers. One is a woma...

Description: An illustration of two lovers. One is a woman wearing a medieval dress, the other is naked except for an overly large coat of a wolf. They are pressed face to face and happy. Some plant life sits in the immediate foreground.

Description: A picture of a stone street in Old Town Reth...

Description: A picture of a stone street in Old Town Rethymno, Crete. The walls and corner are overgrown with beautifully green trees and plants. An illustration of myself walks down the street.

Description: A photo of a small staircase street in Old T...

Description: A photo of a small staircase street in Old Town Rethymno, Crete. It’s lined with plants and painted in red and blue. A cafe sits on one side. Sitting on the steps is an illustration of myself.

I’ll win em over eventually. I am not above bribery.

I’ll win em over eventually. I am not above bribery.

Vash and Wolfwood belong to Trigun . Artwork by Meredith ...

Vash and Wolfwood belong to Trigun . Artwork by Meredith McClaren

Description: An illustration of Vash and Wolfwood from Trigun Stampede. The camera is looking down in a bathroom. Vash is there, sitting on the edge of the tub, down to his boxers and covered with bandaids and bandages. Standing in front of him closely is Wolfwood, who is unraveling more gauze to rap him with. There are spots of blood around the bathroom and Vash’s other clothes are crumpled in the corner.

HeroesCon ‘23

I’m there this weekend!  Come visit me at Artist Alley Booth ii-1005. ;)

Today I said ‘We are not here forever.’But the more I think on that, the less sure I become.I wonder...

Today I said ‘We are not here forever.’

But the more I think on that, the less sure I become.

I wonder if death is the same as birth.  I don’t remember the moment I came into the world.  I have a first memory, but I know I existed before that moment.  And my sense of self was a gradual thing.  A build up over time.

Maybe this is not true of everyone.

But in the absence of a clear marker of my beginning, the time before ‘me’ is a strange nebulous thing that extends infinitely.  It has no marker.

And I wonder if death is the same.  You can know it is coming.  It can build up over time.  Or it can be a sudden jarring thing.  But, potentially, there will be no ‘me’ after the moment of death to mark it’s moment.

Without a beginning or end, is that not infinity?

Was our time here not ‘forever?’

Greece cont’dEDIT! I have learned that foraminifera is NOT a...

Greece cont’d

EDIT!  I have learned that foraminifera is NOT a type of oyster.  It’s a kind of shelled single celled organism.  They’re kinda neat. :)

Greece cont’d

Greece cont’d

HA HA! Finished JUST before the end of the month.Description:...

HA HA!  Finished JUST before the end of the month.

Description: An illustration of circus grounds at night.  Focus is squarely on a circus car with a window cut out of the side.  On the other side, glowing with an eerie green light, is a pale swimming mermaid.