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Lenora Rose
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Writer, potter, clerk. Canuck. She/her. Cis but knows trans women are women.

Where there is tea, there is hope.
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Sales went okay; I sold more to strangers and peers than to relatives, anyhow... also, as well as the very last touches on the unicorn head, today I finished an octopus.
A small figurine of an octopus in grey-white clay, under 3" tall. The arms are short, but the undersides are covered in mini suckers. Shown facing forward, on a mirror so the suckers are visible, especially but not only on the raised arms. A small figurine of an octopus in grey-white clay, under 3" tall. The arms are short, but the undersides are covered in mini suckers. Facing to the left. A small figurine of an octopus in grey-white clay, under 3" tall. The arms are short, but the undersides are covered in mini suckers. Facing right and somewhat from behind. The underside of the octopus, which is hollow and sadly featureless, other than a clear view of the suckers, and since it is in my hand, a better sense of the small scale of the whole.
December 7, 2025 at 2:16 AM
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Unicorn. That is all.
Unicorn head in Grey white clay. The horn is possibly oversized, the eye has horizontal slit pupils like a goat. The mouth could be interpreted as frowning. View of it from the left side in near profile. Unicorn head in Grey white clay. The horn is possibly oversized, the eye has horizontal slit pupils like a goat. The mouth could be interpreted as frowning. View of it from the right side and a bit to the front. Unicorn head in Grey white clay. The horn is possibly oversized. The mouth could be interpreted as frowning. View of it from behind, focusing on the unfinished mane, which mostly seems to be growing from the top of the head and falling down its back like a human's Unicorn head in Grey white clay. The horn is possibly oversized, the eye has horizontal slit pupils like a goat. The mouth could be interpreted as frowning. View of it from face on, never its most flattering angle.
December 6, 2025 at 3:42 AM
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The tradition continues...
Post from r/Winnipeg with a photo of a distinct apartment block in the Polo Park area, with the word HUMBUG spelled out in Christmas lights on one of the top floor balconies. This has been a December thing ... as far as I recall the entire time I've lived here.
December 3, 2025 at 8:38 PM
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Studio day. I also worked on the unicorn head a bunch but I wrapped it up and forgot to take a picture.
A small goblet whose bowl is about the size of an eggcup and will likely be better suited shots than wine, and a small cup, possibly suitable for tea, both made out of grey-white as yet unglazed clay. Both have some minor carved decorations; the bowl horizontal stripes with little stars between them, the goblet with rim and foot marked with a zig zag.
December 3, 2025 at 4:24 AM
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I wouldn't call my pottery rustic, but it's definitely overfilling my house...
New poster for the Edge Holiday show and Sale, December 5 from 5-9 pm, and December 6 Noon-5 pm, 511 Main Street Winnipeg
November 25, 2025 at 4:35 AM
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Yesterday's pottery session. The pot was almost bone dry already so all I could do was clean-up. I have 6 animals/animal heads on the go but only worked on 3.
2 small animal heads and an octopus, done in light gray clay; a cat, a unicorn (whose horn is currently oversized so it will support its own weight). The octopus arms are shortened. Another view of the same clay animal heads and octopus from picture 1, rotated to show each at an alternate angle. Side view of a teapot in grey-white clay. The body is quite round, a little wider than it is tall, the handle is a bit slim and high on the body, the spout is relatively short, the lid has one carved line as decoration. Angled view of the same teapot, with the handle closer to the viewer, and the spout partly obscured behind the body.
November 19, 2025 at 3:19 PM
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This seems an apropos pairing on my timeline....
Image shows the above post re confuscating "assets" and the Sun headline link. The post immediately below it is from the Auschwitz memorial account, and tells of a German Jewish boy born in Aken on Nov 17th, 1934, murdered in Auschwitz during the selection. (The jewelery of his parents was almost certainly also stolen.)
November 17, 2025 at 8:24 PM
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Winnipeggers or those nearby! I am in this. The Friday evening coincides with First Friday shows for a bunch of galleries not too far away, the Saturday is family friendly hours.
Poster for: the Edge "Members and Friends Pottery Show and Sale" December 5th 5 pm - 9 pm December 6th 12 pm - 5 pm Grab bags,pottery, woodworking, ornaments, Fibre art, jewelry 611 Main Street (Winnipeg, MB)
November 17, 2025 at 2:50 AM
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It must be one of these.
Screenshot from Stardew Valley of someone checking the fortune teller tv channel and getting the reply "The spirits are very displeased today. They will do their best to make your life difficult." (The luck score, though never publicly listed aside from this hint, does effect gameplay and bad luck days are very bad for certain tasks.)
November 13, 2025 at 1:37 AM
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Ailodein is a thief, mostly out of necessity, but he also feels more than a bit of "fuck you" to the system that kicked him out of his education early *because* he was stealing to eat. He notably doesn't steal when he doesn't have to. He gets into the ethics once with a wealthy court scholar:
Ailodein said, "There is a trick some merchants play. They place a tiny flexible pin into one arm of their scale - so small it can barely be seen. And on that side, they fasten a small weight to the underside of the pan. The pin keeps the scale from tilting to that side -- at least for a difference as small as the hidden weight. If they put a large test weight on, the pin bends away and the scale still tips, so it looks honest. But every single time they weigh their grain, or their peas, they short their customers by that little weight. Say, a duella, on each and every sale. Do you know what the punishment is if they are caught?" "Not as such," Farzin said. "They're fined, the first time. A week's profit, maybe two; not a nothing amount, I grant, but they are likely to be able to cover that amount and still eat. If they repeat the offense, they must close their shop. But often, they make a new sign, and open again on another street." "I suspect we would be in agreement that the crime should prevent them resuming business. But I fail to see --" "Many duellas of grain, stolen by a seller from many many families, is a week's profit - paid to the court, and never recompensed to the ones he stole from. A single duella of grain, stolen once by a twelve-year-old child, would be a razored whipping if it went to court. It might be that the seller struggles to live on the produce he sells. But it is almost a certainty that the child struggles."
November 12, 2025 at 5:15 PM
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Got somewhere, I think. Handle obviously needs some refinement; less obviously, so does the rim under the lid, which distorted badly when I put the spout on.
A round-bodied teapot in still wet grey-white clay, with spout and lid mostly finished and a handle the right shape but looking a bit less smooth thsn anything else. A small and very rough animal head picture is visible to the side.
November 12, 2025 at 2:17 AM
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Post a photo from your camera roll that no one else has seen.
A bowling alley with very dim blue lighting and a few speckled dots of colored light across the lane. A teenaged figure with pixie-cut hair is in mid bowl, her stance gawky and hand a blur.
November 8, 2025 at 12:40 AM
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I had two big options for this, but the face paint comes in multiple colours and black is merely cheap, and this was overall both creepier and more looming, figuratively and literally. A tree imprisoning the oathbreaking dead.

(This character usually uses sign and struggles with forming words.)
The tree was squat for the width of its trunk, but she still guessed its crown of leaves fanned out wide enough to match temple roofs; the trunk alone, if hollowed out, could have housed her, and Ailodein, and the children, and likely still had enough of its substance left to remain a living tree. The leaves were strange. Something about the leaves was wrong. They fluttered like silk; no veins, no consistent edges to the shapes. Everything about them all so black. She could see form, and bark-roughness, to the trunk, could see where twig grew from branch in the whorls and turnings. The trunk's blackness reflected back just enough light to give it bulk. But the leaves had no substance. And so few of them compared to the aged might of the tree... "Spirits," she said aloud, at last, appalled.
November 8, 2025 at 12:02 AM
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#NovemberWorldbuilders

Lots of things are white, the city is fairly pale and sunbleached, but this I thought said a lot; a drylands character having her first ever encounter with mist...
She ran her hands over the ground she stood on - loamy earth, and thick clay, no sense of sand at all. Even the best growing soil in their planting pots had more sand, less water, than this. Maybe the luckiest farmers along the Fertile River had earth like this, but she'd never touched it. No plants though, at least not in front of her, and while the ground was softer than stone or road, it was as smooth as a floor aside from her footprints. The smokelike stuff lingered around her, no longer bruise-hued but bland translucent white, obscuring the place she'd landed. It felt damp against her skin, damp in her mouth - but unlike cook-steam, it was cool, even chilly. It was distracting, because it was so strange, but it was not, at least, a noisy feeling. It was just there.
November 7, 2025 at 12:41 AM
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#NovemberWorldbuilders

A whole character is purple! Most of his species is purple or violet, though we meet blue ones and even one edging into teal.

I mean, he goes about most of the story in the shape of a human himbo in a green coat, but his natural shade is still purple. And glows.
It was into the afternoon, and the sun was glaring in his eyes, so he blamed that for not noticing the purpled light rising from a grove below him until it was almost level with him, and approaching fast. He'd never seen a Maze-maker in person before -- if he had, they were passing for human and he'd had no idea. He'd always thought the flyers in the temple images looked rather like butterfly wings with extra flourishes, but seeing their steady rippling flight, they now looked more like wide-spread veils, though their ripple had intent, pushing back on the air despite their insubstantial look. The glow on the flyers was soft, spread gently across the surface like candlelight behind waxed parchment. The body, long and sinuous like a serpent, glowed more distinctly in blue and purple. Their long muzzle seemed dark simply because it did not shine. The great, also glowing, roundels upon their head, though twice lidded, were not eyes, but how they heard; if their very eyes glowed, they'd be blind. As it was, the tiny eyes, shaded under the clefts where their muzzle met their face, were known to see much more poorly than human eyes.
November 7, 2025 at 12:16 AM
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# NovemberWorldbuilders

Having dug up green and purple quotes, I failed to post them.

Aside from the whole forest, most references to green are passing, like bits of outfits. The majority of the action isn't in the forest, but dry grasslands where only a river feeds crops. But there's a reason:
"First, I was told that once we leave the foothills, we would be in treeless land. But across the river, I see masses of trees, and not all young, and the land seems flat. Were we told wrong?" Ailodein smiled, studying the haze of wan green leaves and thick gnarled trunks beyond the river. "That doesn't require a scholar. Those are rozhen orchards." Rozhen was the oil fruit, bitter and savoury, more often pressed than eaten. "There will be citrus and grena, too, and picnuts, and some will be on this side of the river, and shade our road. The Sea-King's men cut the trees sacred to the Red Bird, not Fecundity." Tame orchards could not be used for the Red Bird's rites, or allow escape, even those so many hundreds of years old they looked half wild. Cutting the trees blessed to Fecundity would not only have led to starvation, it would have drawn Her attention to the Sea-King's abuses.
November 7, 2025 at 12:10 AM
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#NovemberWorldbuilders

The Hartezeg is a holy relic, a chrysanthemum-like flower caught inside a chunk of quartz. If the person attuned to it can weep genuine tears of grief onto it, those tears gain healing power. This makes it valuable... but difficult.
But she could not quite stifle all sobbing -- as she had joked with Ailodein, she was not able to weep gracefully. The sobs shook the first drops off, and they struck the stone, ran down the sides. The stone grew clear in the streak where the water had fallen, but more, the flower trapped within began to shimmer, just a little; not quite golden, but the warm yellow of its petals transmuting into light. By the time the tears dropped into the funnel, the saltwater had also begin to shine with the flower's light. "Tell me - " she had to pause and gasp. "Tell me what you love of your man. Tell me the happier times you hope to regain." The woman looked perturbed -- some petitioners did, when she wept. They expected tears like Fara's, perhaps; clean rivers with no sign of a sob. Or Abbegal's, which were sincere and sniffling but still prettier than hers.
November 3, 2025 at 6:15 PM
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#NovemberWorldbuilders

Traditional unicorns are harsh and cruel and supremacist in this world. However, they have a rather crueller-looking relative, a creature with a symbiotic relationship to long and nasty thorns, who's ... actually a rather nicer being.
"I was listening," said the thorn unicorn. "A thing my peers would be wiser if they chose to do sooner." She stepped forward, midnight blue out of a midnight blue shadow, trailing vines that had been hidden among leaves. She did not drift like her wind-borne peer, though their eyes were very nearly the same, including the goat-pupil. Her hooves clicked on the stones that littered the ground and sank into the soil, with the weight of an animal under them. She was not as delicate as her cousin, but she was still built on slender lines, long-legged and long-necked. Her hooves were not graced with drifting plumes of hair; indeed, she had no long hairs anywhere, no mane and no plume to her tail, only her soft hide in glossed blue-black which caught light like a star-sapphire, in gleams that looked like they came from the depth of her body. In the place of her mane, twisting vines grew out of her spine, up her neck, twined over one another and up her horn, and grew down her back in a line to her tail, where they brushed the earth in a braided tumble of leaves. Art usually showed the thorn unicorn's vines as winter bare, with only the thorns to break their twists, but this one was softened with fans of leaves, and small purpling buds peeping through. The grim base where they burst from her flesh was mostly hidden in this season.
November 3, 2025 at 6:09 PM
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More of the studio session.
Mug of unfired clay, decorated with freehand 5 petalled flowers and 5 pointed stars. The base of the (somewhat rough looking) handle is marked with one of the stars. Side view of the same mug of unfired clay, decorated with freehand 5 petalled flowers and 5 pointed stars. Upside-down view of the same mug of unfired clay, decorated with freehand 5 petalled flowers and 5 pointed stars. The bottom has one more of the flower design inside the foot. Three small animal heads of unfired clay. All are unfinished, but two are very rough with no detailing, just the generic shape (a bear and a bluejay) and one is a bit more detailed (a cat).
October 29, 2025 at 7:24 PM
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Yesterday's studio session.
A mug made of fresh unfired clay, with horizontal stripes, two of which merge onto the handle. A bowl of unfired clay seen from above; the sides have been invented in three places to make an implied spiral shape. The same bowl of unfired clay, now seen from the side with one of the indented points to the left side The same bowl (though the camera lens makes the shape look a bit steeper) turned over and hrld in hand to show the bottom, which has a three armed spiral pattern.
October 29, 2025 at 7:24 PM
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What hate? You saw one picture of Kirby and decided you knew everything you need to know about it. If he'd posted this picture you'd have a very different snap judgement, (though you wouldn't have seen the "eats things to gain power" part that was relevant).
Fanart by prisoners of Kirby lying on grass and sketching while various other cartoon characters watch; those with faces that allow it are smiling.
October 27, 2025 at 12:53 PM
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The last one made me laugh.
One more marigold, primarily yellow but with orange at the heart. Aster, full of purple blooms and thriving to spite the season Blue borage blooms in front of a yellow house. Since the blooms face the ground, the picture was taken from below facing up, giving the impression these tiny flowers are looming up in front of the house like full scale sunflowers.
October 23, 2025 at 10:33 PM
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Random late garden photos. No tweaking but some cropping.
Close up of red marigold with some yellow spots on the furthest petals. Two other marigold blooms are behind it, blurred; one solid orange, one brindled orand and yellow. A very purple violet next to a violet and white flower cluster whose name I absolutely cannot recall. Leaf litter behind. A marigold plant with 5 blooms in varied hues of orange red and yellow, sadly surrounding an unplucked thistle. Tomato leaves in background.
October 23, 2025 at 10:33 PM
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How it started vs how it went. Day 1 and today.
Day one: the long winged bird statue is a bird like lump of clay atop another lump of clay, with wings outstretched to either side. Everything is the right overall shape, and the far wing has primaries partly detailed. Day one as seen from the back, showing loose lines etched in (facing the wrong way) for the secondary feathers on one side. The tail is a swallowtail shape but a bit arched and lopsided. The long winged bird from an angle similar to the day one image but this time complete in detail. The long winged bird from behind, a similar angle to the day one photo, but now complete in detail, including a slightly smoother tail shape (all due to carving in, not adding.)
September 17, 2025 at 3:08 AM
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...I might be done? There are things I could have done better (or not at all...) but more in the realm of "next time" than "fix this bit".

(No need for audio for this video, any sound is incidental background like someone else's podcast and my chair)
September 17, 2025 at 1:56 AM