Good morning, dear friend, the awesome reader of this present post, I am so happy to put forth! How are you? As for me, I am okay, and the weather is endurable, could be cooler, but I take the wins I can take, even the more tepid ones. I am happy to say Victoria 3 came out with new content just yesterday. Now, not everything is roses, because with the big patch update coming with it, my mods are in a chaotic state. My favorite, Morgenroete - Dawn of Flavor, of course would not be compatible with the new game's version. As such, I wait eagerly for the dev behind this beautiful project to update his mod project that I so enthusiastically have embraced. A Beta has been out already, so that is very good, and I praise the man and his team behind this unoficial but important part of Victoria 3, a game that I can say I love, even when I am frustrated with any match, glitch, and so on. It is a much more delayed gratification kind of game. Not always you feel good immediately after a session, but neither any session feels like a waste of time, not entirely anyway. So, while I wait for my mods that I am subscribed to be updated for the new 1.9 patch, I have some time to draw and to work on my personal idea of Midmas... let's talk about it, shall we? I hope this may not be a waste of your time, that is valuable, as you are a human that deserves to have your resources honored and respected.
I made this drawing a day ago, as I was very much keen on the idea of working on a new tree, for my celebration of Midmas, which is my equivalent to Summerween. On my situation: Christmas in the middle of the year. I am somehow happy with how it turned out, though I don't like how the parasols looked... I should not have added them, but anyway, you do some risks when you draw, and specially when not doing it with the normal pencil that is easily erased by the instrument. I do like this approach I have been taking with the drawings, which goes on a more weightless, fog filled direction, more and more soft on the paper and with quicker moves from the pencil. It is not a rupture with anything I have been doing before, per se, but I haven't used the ink pens in a while... At times, I miss them, and I have started to entertain the idea of bringing them back, and how to do so, but there is a real freedom with just the color pencil, when you have a bigger margin for error, and no trace is final. It is really not the same with ink, because one movement in the wrong direction and the whole piece is ruined.
I really want that this Midmas thing I came across can become a more fleshed out tradition, but that does not entirely rely on my volition. A year is a vast territory, and much may change, much may be forgotten. Of course I still observe the most wonderful time of Christmas, but it becomes harder when I am doing something all by myself. In the opera Nixon in China, that portrays that event carried out by Mr. Nixon and his foreign affairs secretary Mr. Kissinger, one figure that stands between that world of diplomatic and political maneuver and the audience seeing it all is Madame First Lady Pat Nixon, that sings she aims to treat every day like Christmas. A noble goal.
Now, since I mentioned, it is not that Mr. Nixon is all performance, he is also very much human, and surprisingly coming from the liberal leftist John Adams, the opera is not satire nor it is slander or an attack on anyone involved. The libretto by Alice Goodman brings the best in all of the involved, or at least where there is good to bring forth. By that, I mean, even this talented scriptwriter struggles to find anything redeeming about Mao Tse-Tung and his wife Madame Mao. Their wickedness is a reflexion on the evil of communism, a fact not even Adams does anything to contradict. Not all figures in the communist side are without qualities, Zhou Enlai, one of the main secretaties of Mao, comes forth strongly as well, as a buffer between the evil Mao wants to achieve, and the reality. It could be worse if it wasn't for Zhou. In the American side, there is plenty of qualities, it becomes easier to bring the best in them, we have Richard Nixon's reflexive and melancholic nature, Pat's simplicity and warmth without affectation. And Mr. Kissinger's vision that brought forth the event that would help America and the free world to tip the balance of power more in its favor. And amist all that, Pat sings that in this world we can't count on luck. She tells of her upbringing and her vision of life, coming from a poor rural family, she had to make ends meet, and as such, to treat each day as Christmas. I love this, and as such, I bring forth my Midmas idea.
I am reasonably happy with how this post turned out! Maybe you like what I have to say as well, perhaps it may bring a good thought. I like writing about anything related to Christmas! A time of relief, of deliverance. Brings me much joy, amist some lamentations of daily life. It is dangerous to see life as unhappy and a valley of tears, but I cannot deny I have endured loneliness and deep frustration, so I tend to be inclined in seeing life in this melancholic succession of events, very little goes well, a lot goes badly, and sometimes, in a very soul breaking way. Perhaps another reason for Midmas, as with Artificial Intelligence generated images are a welcome way of telling the arrogant evil leftist artists and their egos where to stick, so Midmas is a way, albeit much gentler, of saying "not all is bad."
When should I return with a new post for this publication? Soon I hope. Very soon. Who knows, maybe before the upcoming weekend, we'll see. I am happy to wrap up this present piece here. Thank you once and once again for being here, I wish you the best, and I see you again real soon. Farewell for now!
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