I’m new to your world, and yes, it can feel a bit overwhelming at first, even with the detailed description and screenshot in your well-organized post-subscription email showing me exactly where to begin. Maybe the rebel in me just wanted to explore freely, wherever my eyes led me. Your page has so much to take in visually. On top of that, wanting to catch up with everyone else, I ended up starting with the last post—the one I joined with—this one.
I must share with you that I found it so fascinating… the ingenuity of the world you’ve created and the detail… the details astound me! So intricate and realistic and masterfully executed. Not that I’m qualified to critique writing or art for that matter, but if my experience was somewhat of a magical one, I’d say that’s qualified enough. And then, to realize you have created an actual album from one of the characters?!… your mind is beautiful.
BB Wing is a such a cool cat (well, gnome) and I was transported to the streets listening to the sounds of the machinery and steam whistles and envisioning Mr. Wing with fog surrounding him, plucking his altered instrument and filling the air with his emotive music. It brought me back to a time where one-man, jazz concerts were held in the NYC subways or streets of yesteryear. I know exactly what those smoking manholes, dark alleys lined with ragged furniture and overflowing trash bins look like. The single pages of newspapers scattered about, with rats slipping in and out from under discarded couches, hunting for scraps. I can still hear the smooth sounds of a saxophone, played out of a window, filling the alleyways and basement corridors. The music echoed through the streets, creating a gritty yet strangely beautiful soundtrack to it all. I was blessed to have lived towards the end of an era where music was raw and unfiltered and talent was measured with a bar so high very few of this era could ever reach. Thank you for the experience.
I’m so glad my message reached you at such a sweet moment with the love of your life, and that it could reflect even a fraction of the beauty your work conveys. And I’ll leave you to it as to not interrupt your beautiful vacation much longer. Just will say, You’re definitely NOT crazy—your creations feel like a rare window into something extraordinary. The way your mind brings these characters and stories to life is a gift to all of us. I’ll be cheering on BB Wing for that second album, and I’m honored to be part of this community. [Hugs back!]
I’m new to your world, and yes, it can feel a bit overwhelming at first, even with the detailed description and screenshot in your well-organized post-subscription email showing me exactly where to begin. Maybe the rebel in me just wanted to explore freely, wherever my eyes led me. Your page has so much to take in visually. On top of that, wanting to catch up with everyone else, I ended up starting with the last post—the one I joined with—this one.
I must share with you that I found it so fascinating… the ingenuity of the world you’ve created and the detail… the details astound me! So intricate and realistic and masterfully executed. Not that I’m qualified to critique writing or art for that matter, but if my experience was somewhat of a magical one, I’d say that’s qualified enough. And then, to realize you have created an actual album from one of the characters?!… your mind is beautiful.
BB Wing is a such a cool cat (well, gnome) and I was transported to the streets listening to the sounds of the machinery and steam whistles and envisioning Mr. Wing with fog surrounding him, plucking his altered instrument and filling the air with his emotive music. It brought me back to a time where one-man, jazz concerts were held in the NYC subways or streets of yesteryear. I know exactly what those smoking manholes, dark alleys lined with ragged furniture and overflowing trash bins look like. The single pages of newspapers scattered about, with rats slipping in and out from under discarded couches, hunting for scraps. I can still hear the smooth sounds of a saxophone, played out of a window, filling the alleyways and basement corridors. The music echoed through the streets, creating a gritty yet strangely beautiful soundtrack to it all. I was blessed to have lived towards the end of an era where music was raw and unfiltered and talent was measured with a bar so high very few of this era could ever reach. Thank you for the experience.
I....am not sure how to respond.
My cheeks hurt, sitting here, on vacation with the love of my life, in MO... in a quilting shop... and you tell me a have a beautiful mind?
That is one of the kindest compliments I have ever received.
Thank you.
I often afraid people will think me crazy, allowing my creations to grow like they do.
It's a way to show what life is like in my mind...
BB Wing is a gnome of rare quality, and it was my honor to bring his music to our people.
If we are fortune enough to pass 1000 views, I fully intend to ask him if he'd be willing to do a second album for us...
Thank you for being a part of this small community [hugs]
I’m so glad my message reached you at such a sweet moment with the love of your life, and that it could reflect even a fraction of the beauty your work conveys. And I’ll leave you to it as to not interrupt your beautiful vacation much longer. Just will say, You’re definitely NOT crazy—your creations feel like a rare window into something extraordinary. The way your mind brings these characters and stories to life is a gift to all of us. I’ll be cheering on BB Wing for that second album, and I’m honored to be part of this community. [Hugs back!]
You just doubled my gratitude for substack. (BIG grin)