July 2018

wintersdayzine:

Applications Open: Journeys, Wintersday Zine 2018!

The doors are now open for applicants for our 2018 Wintersday Zine! This annual charity fanzine by the Guild Wars 2 Artist Collective celebrates the creative talent in the community – from comics, to illustrations, to writers, to traditional media artists  – all while supporting a good cause and participating in an adventure we hope you’ll all enjoy.

Applications will close July 20th, 2018 at 11:59 PM EDT. This is a sponsored project by @guildwars2 through Zorav & the Creative Partner Program.

We will be looking for around 30 total applicants between the three application portions (art/comic/writing) which join our invited and returning members. Please read below for a few small things for each application before starting.

To apply: Artists  |  Writers  |  Comic Creators

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Fair warning, this may not seem like a Guild Wars 2 related post, but rest assured, it is. I keep being asked about a certain recent thing. I will not directly comment upon it in a public way, because it’s unnecessary.

There is, however, one thing I would like to say in general. A reminder of sorts. But for that, I will turn to men wiser than myself, who reign in words and thoughts with skill that far superceeds mine. These words are centuries old, and don’t pretend to be all-knowing. But perhaps for that fact, they were worth heeding all the more.

Please, do take a while to let it sink in. Read it over lunch, read it before you go to sleep. And try to keep an open mind.


The most fruitful and natural exercise of the mind, in my opinion, is conversation; I find the use of it more sweet than of any other action of life; and for that reason it is that, if I were now compelled to choose, I should sooner, I think, consent to lose my sight, than my hearing and speech. The Athenians, and also the Romans, kept this exercise in great honour in their academies; the Italians retain some traces of it to this day, to their great advantage, as is manifest by the comparison of our understandings with theirs. The study of books is a languishing and feeble motion that heats not, whereas conversation teaches and exercises at once. If I converse with a strong mind and a rough disputant, he presses upon my flanks, and pricks me right and left; his imaginations stir up mine; jealousy, glory, and contention, stimulate and raise me up to something above myself; and acquiescence is a quality altogether tedious in discourse.

(…)

Folly is a bad quality; but not to be able to endure it, to fret and vex at it, as I do, is another sort of disease little less troublesome than folly itself; and is the thing that I will now accuse in myself. I enter into conference, and dispute with great liberty and facility, forasmuch as opinion meets in me with a soil very unfit for penetration, and wherein to take any deep root; no propositions astonish me, no belief offends me, though never so contrary to my own; there is no so frivolous and extravagant fancy that does not seem to me suitable to the production of human wit. We, who deprive our judgment of the right of determining, look indifferently upon the diverse opinions, and if we incline not our judgment to them, yet we easily give them the hearing: Where one scale is totally empty, I let the other waver under an old wife’s dreams; and I think myself excusable, if I prefer the odd number; Thursday rather than Friday; if I had rather be the twelfth or fourteenth than the thirteenth at table; if I had rather, on a journey, see a hare run by me than cross my way, and rather give my man my left foot than my right, when he comes to put on my stockings. All such reveries as are in credit around us, deserve at least a hearing: for my part, they only with me import inanity, but they import that. Moreover, vulgar and casual opinions are something more than nothing in nature; and he who will not suffer himself to proceed so far, falls, peradventure, into the vice of obstinacy, to avoid that of superstition.

The contradictions of judgments, then, neither offend nor alter, they only rouse and exercise, me. We evade correction, whereas we ought to offer and present ourselves to it, especially when it appears in the form of conference, and not of authority. At every opposition, we do not consider whether or no it be dust, but, right or wrong, how to disengage ourselves: instead of extending the arms, we thrust out our claws. I could suffer myself to be rudely handled by my friend, so much as to tell me that I am a fool, and talk I know not of what.

(…)

When any one contradicts me, he raises my attention, not my anger: I advance towards him who controverts, who instructs me; the cause of truth ought to be the common cause both of the one and the other. What will the angry man answer? Passion has already confounded his judgment; agitation has usurped the place of reason. It were not amiss that the decision of our disputes should pass by wager: that there might be a material mark of our losses, to the end we might the better remember them; and that my man might tell me: “Your ignorance and obstinacy cost you last year, at several times, a hundred crowns.” I hail and caress truth in what quarter soever I find it, and cheerfully surrender myself, and open my conquered arms as far off as I can discover it; and, provided it be not too imperiously, take a pleasure in being reproved, and accommodate myself to my accusers, very often more by reason of civility than amendment, loving to gratify and nourish the liberty of admonition by my facility of submitting to it, and this even at my own expense.


Book III, Chapter VIII: The Art of Conference

Michel de Montaigne, Essais
First published in 1686, translated by Charles Cotton

Look at these beauties!

First Tyrian Tarot merch items are tumbling in from the manufacturers, and they look absolutely amazing. I somehow always preferred my own art printed for some reason (don’t know why, my eye just finds it more pleasing), but these knock it out of the park. The print’s nicely crisp and the colors are top notch.

It was a blast to contribute to this project (hell, still is, as my work is technically not done until people have their boxes safe and sound in their home). I can’t wait for you guys to see all of these.

Small prints are currently out of stock, but if you want a large Guild Wars poster on your wall (in archival quality ink!), you can still snatch one! (And if it’s Kalla your heart is after, you have my humble thanks).

There’s currently a print store open at BigCartel, which has them on offer up till July 15th. If you want a Gorse up your wall, I say go for it!