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July 4th, Airplane! Bungalow Bar and the beach in the Rockaways, Sunken Meadow Park, Philly and the Museum of American Revolution, karaoke night #independenceday #july4th #rockaways #sunkenmeadow #beach #beachday #holiday #philly #philadelphia #museum #american #americanrevolution #revolution

[jeandibasson]

Following the witch

Once upon a Time in Italy near the comune of Nemi, while walking at a crossroads amidst mystery and melancholy of the street I heard a talking walnut tree and wandered through its holy woods. Carefully stepping through grasses and over mossy stones I came upon a deer path. A trail I tread until nightfall when it led to a lake.

The water’s surface shimmered. Illuminated by the night sky. A cosmic mirror speckled with stars. Overcast on sunken warships of the Emperor sleeping on the lake’s bed. Dreaming of a drowned cat sacrificed in the sea to summon storms. Tempest typhoons and swirling pelagic polymers. So I made my way along its shore ruminating on the reflection and arrived at ancient Roman ruination, where walls had overgrown with weeping ivy and boughs blooming with mistletoe. A sanctuary where worshiped wilderness reclaimed broken bricks as its own. And solus amidst this Dianic scene was a woman whose white skin glowed under the full moon. Reminiscent of marble memorials or statuesque sculptures of Venus.

She had a red mark on her right eye revealed by lunar light like a hand-mirror. And seeing me stare spoke of slipping in the mysterious baths. We talked until the morning about plants and gardening. The family farm and her children. Soon Dawn appeared and touched the sky with roses, and taking hold of my hand she said without speaking to follow her bare-foot blind like Oedipus.

Amongst sights we passed like seasons was a field filled with strawberries around a volcano’s fiery tiara. Its harvest stuffed with hay. Crops with cursed qualia. And we meandered beyond the meadow never picking this strange fruit. Nor had we any canned food. Aluminium cans bringing botulism. That icon of modernity growing poisoning inside. An analogy for progress. Instead snacking on seaweed and dried fish flakes from the beach’s liminal palm-shaded shores, where we wandered from for years before arriving at the Alps as mountain peaks soared above. Their beaks jagged cliffs. The domain of Arnheim. As rows of pines sank below. Acting to conceal the uncanny. A furtive forest. A fog-drinking forest. At whose precipice she passed me a pomegranate. And then disappeared. あ あ あ あ あ あ

And as she put space between us whiteness crossing the continent formed a seeping poison fog bleaching creatures colourless. Tolerating no shadow. So I descended to depths below all light. Murmuring to bless darkness. Stepping downwards up the mountain slope as the smell of alpine air surrounded me. Coming across ants in trouble in a puddle who I ignored like a monster. Their ruse read like a book of fairy tales.

And ever after arriving at a river. Her cursive current of calm water flowing under the new moon’s phase for building houses and making marriages in those five years with thirteen months when young salmon swim downstream and the old up-river to breed and die. Singing the same song since Time immemorial. Verses carved in the Vézère Valley: To be we need to know the river holds the salmon and the ocean holds the whales as lightly as the body holds the soul in the present tense, in the present tense.

And I continued beyond the brook while not leaving the life water. Migrating alongside horned gods of old. Black bulls and stags of Lascaux whose hooves painted a forest path away from Pandora’s box like cave walls whose art I read until I found the spot on the map over the border by Briançon in France.

The base of Bacchanalia. With black and white blazing banners marking the Mont Genèvre pass summit. Saturnalian site of the sabbat. Twelve camps of carnivalesque cruelty creating crescents around a bright bonfire mirroring the dark moon above. Where estries and elves danced counter-clockwise turning their backs to each other and birds jumped over the flames unburned. The fanatics. While just outside this ring’s reach a jester jigged dressed as Koko the Clown coloured in blue, red, green and yellow. A diabolical festival at which Demodocus sang serenading attendees with tinnitus. All presided over by the Lady of the Game who pointed to the pyre and promised hell’s nine circles would similarly not sear. Nine not denoting suffering but opposing ordinary schadenfreude. Paradise as a balcony where the saved watch the damned being cooked. If there is a Tertullian heaven, it must be men watching their enemies burn.

I stood to the side where the Lady espied me. She screamed as if answering a sphinx, a man! Such a shocking shriek my sight became black— awaking afterwards amidst barrels on the checker-tiled floor of a wine-cellar in Bordeaux. Under the gaze of a bartender in a butler’s tuxedo attire. Where I regained my balance and being transported and parched I reached to grab a goblet when the barkeep said beware. The tap water is unsafe for drinking and bathing. Being awash in urine and female hormones from mermaids up-river. He suggested instead a sugar-free sports drink for electrolytes and avoiding diabetes. A sports drink for the Game of Huntsman and Hare.

So I took a sip and sought a seat bumbling along the basement’s brick wall while admiring adorning art. A canvas created by Caravaggio. Judith Beheading Holofernes hanged in baroque framing. And soon after seeing three sisters gossiping about Elizabeth Francis laming a man’s leg by planting her toad in his shoe. Swelling his foot like a Theban tyrant’s. And the woman from Nemi was one of the three who even now in the dimly lit room seemed to me like Aphrodite; mother of Time and daughter of Destruction signing sunrises and sunsets in the sky. Eternal, infinitely repeatable presence. She held salt in her hand and apologized for bringing it to cure a cavity caused by a tampering tooth faery.

Everyone knows it’s bad manners to bring salt to a sabbat. Like everyone knows to eat your vegetables, or at least take vitamins, unless you want to get sick. Like it’s just part of a story, actually quite a lot of stories. Like don’t believe everything you see or hear. Watching whiteness, staring at a little screen. Like witches spoil milk and poison food and cheese gives you nightmares. Like it's in the water supply. If the sacred river shall conquer someone. Which is when cold keeps things clear. Like Iceland is green and Greenland is white. And to love the earth, green and blue. Like the devil leaves his mark on your inner thigh, unless new clothes are washed before being worn. Like a child can be a form of chains. An incubus’ or succubus’ semen shackles. Like in the world bewitched a demon baker made those new shoes. Like don't leave your boots by themselves or outdoors, because a planted toad will take its toll.

Like animists don't believe in a supreme being. Sensing the sacred through different ways of knowing. Like Oregon grape cures shellfish poisoning. Indigenous medicine for the beach. Like mushrooms at the end of the world are a bad trip in anything but small doses. Like apothecaries dispense poison pills. Contaminated capsules. Sift amphetamines from soilage with a sieve. Like progress comes with colonialism. Bad blankets draped in disease. Like to dissociate or meditate is death. Buddhistic negation of the will. Like the needle is today’s noose. An injection of infection. Of serenity. Like soap and shampoo keep you clean and anhedonic. Like above all else is lowering stress. Alleviating anxious tension and guilt. Avoiding over-exertion. Like it matters wherehow ouroboros swallows its tail, again.

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"I’m scratching my head thinkin’ of what to write !”  Greetings from Sunken Meadow Beach, Claremont, Virginia Postmarked July 1946

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Friday the 13, Sunken Meadow Beach in North Eastham, Massachusetts

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Chapter One ||| Of the Sea

The warmth of the sun kissed her face and danced upon her eyelids causing them to flutter open. Thalassa Ayers got out of bed carefully, trying not to wake her younger brother who slept adjacent to her. She made her way to the small kitchen where she was met by her mother. It was surprising to see Cordelia Ayers up this early. The woman often struggled to leave her husband's side in fear that he may need her help. Since the accident, the couple spent most days bedridden.

"What are you doing up this early, Mother?" Thalassa whispered with a sad smile.

"I fixed breakfast for you to have before work," Cordelia continued to stare blankly. Her skin had gotten paler over the years, her blue eyes were more sunken in, and her short golden hair was matted. She still was beautiful, but her beauty was just shrouded by sadness.

Thalassa embraced her mother. She knew her mother only forced herself out of bed to cook on one day a year. The day before the reaping. In case it was their last day together, Cordelia always made sure they shared their last meal as a family.

"I better head off to the docks. Thank you for breakfast," Thalassa kissed her mother on the cheek and left. The somber woman couldn't watch as her eldest child walked out the door. In her eyes, Thalassa was still a little girl. A little girl whose mother couldn't protect her anymore.

***

Thalassa returned home after a long of lugging seafood crates to export on the docks. Sweat continued to pool on her forehead and her clothes stuck to her skin in an uncomfortable fashion.

"THASSIE!" Callan Ayers ran over to his older sister and hugged her legs tightly.

Thalassa chuckled and picked up her ten-year-old brother, "My you're getting big, Angelfish! I bet you're the strongest boy in your class."

"I started learning how to use throwing knives at school. Teacher says if I keep practicing I will be really good! Maybe even better than you were."

Callan's words frightened her. That fact her baby brother was excited about training to kill made the bile rise in her stomach. In two years this doe-eyed boy could be forced to fight to the death for the enjoyment of the Capitol. Yet, this did not scare him. In fact, he seemed happy. Thalassa chose to play into his blissful ignorance fueled by the delusions of the Academy.

Thalassa dropped out from the Academy at thirteen following her father's accident. Adrien Ayers was once a great fisherman. He spent his days out at sea in a charter boat and came home at night after sending his catch to be packaged for export. Four years ago, a storm capsized his boat and left him permanently disabled. The fishing equipment got caught in his eye and cut up his eyes beyond repair. Blinded and disfigured by the severity of the accident, Adrian could no longer work. Cordelia stayed at home to take care of her husband and made fishing nets to sell. Thalassa did odd jobs around the docks to help provide for her family. Whether it was fishing, crabbing, cleaning the docks, loading ships, or anything in between, she did what she could support her family.

If I stayed at the Academy would I be as deadly as they say? Could I kill without mercy?

Any thoughts Thalassa had of what her life might have been were interrupted by the sound of heavy footsteps upon the creaky hardwood. Her father entered the kitchen with the guidance and secure touch of her mother. Adrian was a formidable sight. He still retained his muscular figure and scruffy beard from his days at sea. Bandages wrapped around his head and covered where his eyes should be. The rest of his face was littered with scars. Flaky, discolored skin surrounded deep sutures that healed in an ugly manner. His terrifying wounds did not discourage Thalassa who greeted her father with a kiss upon those very scars. She helped her mother sit him down at the table so they could finally begin their annual family dinner.

***

Dinner was quiet. There wasn't much to say other than what was already known. The reaping was tomorrow and Thalassa's name could be called. Her fate was held in that damned glass bowl and in the silence that choked each member of the family. Tension loomed in the air, threatening to break at any moment and open flood gates of worry. Yet silence is meant to be broken, especially by the inquisitive mind of a child.

"Thassie, what happens if your name is called tomorrow?" Callan stared at his sister with wide, innocent eyes.

Thalassa ruffled his light brown hair, "My name won't be called tomorrow. It hasn't been called in all five years of my name being in that bowl. There's no need to worry."

"What if it's different this year? There's always a chance."

This is the thought that plagued the back of her mind. Despite her attempts to reassure her family, these thoughts always lingered. What if it's different this year? There are ten pieces of paper with my name on it. Ten more chances for me to be sent to my death. It was becoming increasingly harder for Thalassa to keep a brave face, but she tried for the sake of her family.

"Let's try not to think those thoughts, my Angelfish. Besides, even if my name is called, there are plenty of girls at the Academy just waiting to volunteer," She gave her little brother a convincing smile that masked her true fears, but Callan's mind was racing with questions.

"But what if they don't volunteer? What if they're scared too? Then you'll have to go to the games and you'll die! Teacher says that if you don't train for the games then you'll die. You can't leave me, Thassie!" The ten-year-old was shaking hysterically in his sister's arms. Tears fell from his cheek onto Thalassa's lap as she tried to console the sobbing child.

Cordelia and Adrian were frozen and unable to speak. Their youngest had expressed all of the worries they tried to suppress with silence. They held onto each other tightly, afraid they would shatter if they let go.

"I'm not going anywhere, Angelfish," Thalassa finally spoke up with barely a whisper. "I'll be right here. No one will take me away from you. Tears pricked the corners of her eyes and threatened to fall. She looked over at her parents who were not in the right headspace to raise the boy in her arms. They need me. What happens if I can't be there for them? Thalassa carried a shaken-up Callan to his bed and tucked him in with a kiss on his forehead. "I'm going for a walk. I'll be back before you wake."

***

Finnick Odair walked along the beaches of District 4 like he did every year on the night before the reaping. The beach was his safe space, a place where he could go to forget. Forget the horrors of his games, or the fact he could watch his tributes die again. Most importantly it made him forget about the Capitol and its citizens. Unlike the hands that constantly groped his body, the beach was real. The sand between his toes was free from the artificial material that Capitol uses to mask nature's beautiful imperfections. The air in the Capitol was filled with chemicals that powered the neon glow from the false utopia, but the sea air was pure and comforting. Comfort was a rare occurrence in a victor's life, but it's enough to make one feel at home. For a boy who lost everything this little bit of comfort was all he had left.

The wind carried a sweet melody to his ears, making Finnick realize that he wasn't alone. He looked over to see a girl about his age sitting by the shore letting the waves crash over her feet. Her singing was haunting. One could not help being drawn to her and Finnick was no exception. Though she wasn't singing any words, there were a thousand stories in each note.

"You have a really pretty voice," Finnick said as he moved closer to the shore where the girl sat.

Thalassa jumped slightly at his presence, "Shit you scared me." She looked into his brilliant, sea-green eyes and knew immediately who he was. "Do you always sneak up behind girls on the beach?"

"Only the pretty ones," Finnick winked, flashing his signature smile. He wasn't lying about her beauty. The girl in front of him was ethereally beautiful. She had typically District 4 looks; golden hair and lightly tanned skin. Her eyes were meadow green with gold flecks that burst through like sunlight.

Thalassa chuckled at his comment. It seems even she wasn't safe from the Capitol Darling's famous charm. She motioned for him to sit next to her. For a moment the only sound that could be heard was the tide as it rolled in and out. Even though they were complete strangers, the two teens had an unspoken connection. It wasn't love at first sight or even the start of a friendship, but rather the need for human connection. As the waves broke, Thalassa broke the silence, "What are you doing at the beach this late?" She never broke her gaze from the moonlit waters before her.

"I could be asking you the same question," Finnick smirked before giving her an answer. "I come here every year before the reaping. The beach helps me clear my head."

Thalassa looked at the boy next to her. His bronze hair and tan skin glowed under the moonlight in a god-like manner, but his eyes held a sadness that he desperately tried to hide. "Oh, I'm sorry for crashing your alone time. I can leave if you want."

"It's ok. I actually don't mind the company," Finnick gave the girl a sincere smile. "So why are you out this late?"

"I guess I needed to clear my head as well," Thalassa returned the victor's genuine smile. "My family is scared for tomorrow. I tried to give them positive thoughts to ease their minds, but it wasn't enough to ease my own. I put on this false confidence, but the truth is I'm just as terrified as they are," Thalassa hadn't planned on sharing her worries with a stranger, but there was something about Finnick that made her trust him.

Finnick knew all too well about putting on a facade. He spent so much time pretending to be what the Capitol wanted that he wasn't sure who he was anymore. Finnick wanted to tell this girl how he felt his true self slowly slipping away. How he had everyone he loved cruelly ripped away from him and was now left with shallow patrons that only used him for their pleasure. He wanted to talk about how alone and scared he was, but he couldn't. Instead, he responded with a simple phrase, "That's very brave of you."

Thalassa chuckled softly and shook her head, "I'm not brave. I'm just trying to give them hope."

"I think finding hope amidst darkness is the bravest thing there is," Finnick replied with a faint gleam in his sad, sea-green eyes. "You never told me your name."

"Thalassa," She looked up to meet his eyes.

"Pretty name," Finnick tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, something he did when flirting with women in the Capitol. "It suits you," He said with his usual seductive purr. Finnick had turned on his flirtatious facade which had become second nature. With Capitol women his words were fake, but deep down there was a part of him that meant those words to Thalassa.

"Thank you," Thalassa leaned in closer with a smirk, "Mr. Odair."

Finnick smiled playfully, "How'd you know it was me?"

"It wasn't too hard to figure out," Thalassa retorted. For the first time in years, Finnick genuinely laughed.

The two teens once again fell into a comfortable silence. They sat a little closer than before as they looked out at the sea. For a moment they were completely themselves, and they didn't want it to end.

***

Thalassa was surprised to find that her father was still up when she got home. Adrian Ayers sat at the kitchen repeatedly tying knots in an old piece of rope. This habit developed after his injury and seemed to keep him calm and his hands busy.

"Thalassa is that you?" Adrian turned his head toward the sound of footsteps.

"Yes, Papa it's me. You didn't wait for me, did you?" Thalassa pulled out the chair next to her father.

"I wanted to make sure you got home safely," Adrian reached out for his daughter's hand to make sure she was there and not a cruel trick of the mind. Thalassa grabbed his hand reassuringly.

"Could you sing me that lullaby your mother taught you?" Adrian loved to listen to Thalassa sing. Her voice made him see the world again. Her words gave him a new form of sight, a clear picture of what things once were.

Thalassa squeezed his hand lovingly and tried to recall a melody she hadn't heard in many years.

"Oh won't you come with me

Where the moon is made of gold

And in the morning sun

We'll be sailing free

Oh won't you come with me

Where the ocean meets the sky

And as the clouds roll by

We'll sing the song of the sea"

Adrian's heart cried the tears he could no longer produce. He took his daughter into his arms and tried to imagine what a strong young woman she'd become. He could only remember what she looked like on the last day he saw her. Barely thirteen with big green eyes and still yet to lose her youthful chubby-cheeks. Adrian longed to see his daughter's face again, but just being able to hold her was a gift. "Thank you," Those were the only words he could muster. Thalassa kissed his forehead and helped him off to bed.

Thalassa made her way to her own bedroom. She noticed her little brother rustling in his sleep and muttering to himself in the bed next to hers. His whispers became louder and more audible with each passing second, "Thassie. Thassie. Thalassa. THALASSA!" Rushing over to Callan's bed, Thalassa hugged and rocked him with soothing shushes. The little boy was trembling viciously. "I had a dream that-that you had to-to go to the-" Callan could barely make out words between his sobs.

"Shush, it's ok. I'm right here. It was just a dream," Thalassa held her brother even tighter. Callan buried his head in her chest.

"I'm sorry for yelling at dinner. I just was scared."

"You don't need to apologize for that," Thalassa rubbed his back in circular motions.

Callan looked up at her with his wide glossy eyes, "Can you sleep with me tonight?"

Thalassa wiped tears away from his eyes and smiled, " Of course, Little Angelfish." Callan curled up in a ball in her arms. His head was back to laying against her chest and his little body was still shaking. Thalassa found the words to the melody she was humming on the beach and sang to calm her shaken brother.

"Just close your eyes,

the sun is going down

You'll be alright,

no one can hurt you now

Come morning light,

you and I'll be safe and sound

Just close your eyes,

you'll be alright

Come morning light,

you and I'll be safe and sound"

To Thalassa, these weren't just lyrics. They were a promise. A promise she wasn't sure she could keep.

***

Thanks again for reading my story! I promise the next chapter will be more interesting. I just want to establish relationships and give background first for ~depth~.  Please vote and comment (it helps me write faster). Let me know what you think down below! 

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The Perseids Meteor Shower

The most celestial drive-thru movie of the year.

Approx 500-1,000 “stargazers” made their way to the West End II parking lot at Jones Beach last night for the first of two Perseids Meteor Showers in 2019. 

[ photos on Instagram at @LongIslandParks ]

Normally, the beach parking lot closes at sunset, with police increasingly writing out tickets for being there later. However, yesterday, the NYS Parks Division decided to keep it open overnight to enjoy the show. Sunken Meadow Park and a few others on Long Island remained open for the Meteor Shower as well. 

The sun set at 7:56pm ET, illuminating the waxing gibbous moon off the ocean floor.The moon would be the only obstacle we’d face while watching for Meteors. Or so I thought. 

At around 8:45 I walked back to the parking lot, expecting not to see many onlookers (when I got there around 6:30, I was one of the only cars in the lot). Much to my surprise, the parking lot was packed, which changed my entire mentality of the night. 

It felt like we were all in it together. People came with chairs, coolers, blankets, mini sofas, and a lot of patience, which in the end was well worth it. 

The sounds of car alarms going off, car lights beaming from early exiters, and music playing from a few groups were quickly shut down by “boos” from the crowd, and a rumbling applause when those annoying onlookers left. 

This was a unifying moment for all of us who were there to relax and enjoy the beautiful mysteries of the outer world above us. 

That moment was followed by waves of silence among the faithful stargazers which was as soothing as the ocean waves heard faintly in the distance. Each meteor that went by resulted in “ooos and ahhhs” from all of us. 

At around 1:15 AM the moon hid behind a long batch of clouds giving us an extended window for a dark sky, allowing us to see a lot of meteors we probably would not have seen with an unobstructed moon. That window didn’t stay long, but the clouds did - and the rain did, too. By 2:30am it was pouring and that’s when I decided to call it a night (morning). 

I was one of the final cars remaining, as most left when the rain started, or just prior. 

Was it worth it? Yes. Will I try to recruit more people for the next one, YES.

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Rescuers race to save pilot whales stranded on Eastham beach : Inside US

EASTHAM – Animal welfare workers raced to save five pilot whales stranded on a beach in Eastham on Tuesday. A sixth whale, a calf, has died. The whales were initially spotted swimming north of Sunken Meadow close to shore on Monday night, and found on the sand Tuesday morning.   Rescuers from the International Fund for Animal Welfare covered the whales in blankets and were caring for them with IV…

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The series takes place primarily in the fictional benthic underwater city of Bikini Bottom located in the Pacific Ocean beneath the real-life coral reef known as Bikini Atoll. Tom Kenny confirmed the fictitious city of Bikini Bottom is named after Bikini Atoll. īikini Atoll, a coral reef in the Pacific Ocean. A Broadway musical based on it opened in 2017 to critical acclaim. SpongeBob SquarePants has won a variety of awards including six Annie Awards, eight Golden Reel Awards, four Emmy Awards, 19 Kids' Choice Awards, and two BAFTA Children's Awards. As of February 2022, four additional films are planned: three character spinoff films for Paramount+, and a new theatrical SpongeBob film. Two spin-off series, Kamp Koral: SpongeBob's Under Years and The Patrick Star Show, premiered in 2021.

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It has inspired three feature films: The SpongeBob SquarePants Movie (2004), Sponge Out of Water (2015), and Sponge on the Run (2020). The thirteenth season began in October 2020, and the series was renewed for a fourteenth season on March 24, 2022. It gained enormous popularity by its second season, and has subsequently received worldwide critical acclaim. The series officially premiered on July 17, 1999. Nickelodeon aired a preview for the series in the United States on May 1, 1999, after the airing of the 1999 Kids' Choice Awards. Puff and her boating school so SpongeBob could attend school as an adult. He was prepared to abandon the series, but compromised by creating Mrs. The network's executives wanted SpongeBob to be a child in school, but Hillenburg preferred SpongeBob to be an adult character. He began developing SpongeBob SquarePants into a television series in 1996, and in 1997, a seven-minute pilot was pitched to Nickelodeon. Many of the series's ideas originated in The Intertidal Zone, an unpublished educational comic book Hillenburg created in 1989 to teach his students about undersea life. It is the highest rated Nickelodeon series and the most profitable property for Paramount Consumer Products, generating over $13 billion in merchandising revenue as of 2019. The fifth-longest-running American animated series, its high popularity has made it a media franchise. It chronicles the adventures of the title character and his aquatic friends in the fictional underwater city of Bikini Bottom. The beauty is that by the time the drawing is done and colored in, the creases will disappear.SpongeBob SquarePants (or simply SpongeBob) is an American animated comedy television series created by marine science educator and animator Stephen Hillenburg for Nickelodeon. No, simply fold the paper in half both ways, make a crease, and unfold.

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The body then continues to the right and fills up most of the top half of the paper.ĭrawing skills are all about seeing where to place one’s lines, so having some visual reference point to get started, will always help anyone learn how to be a little more accurate.ĭoes that mean then that students need to draw a big fat lines down the center of their paper before they start? Goodness no, please don’t! That will most likely be hard to erase and distract from any finished art. If students make their own centered lines on their own paper, before drawing, they will have an easy reference to follow.įor instance, as seen in Step 1 below, the top left corner of the SpongeBob’s body starts near the top the paper, and well to the left the center line. You may have noticed that all of the tutorials on this site have a dashed line running through the center of each step, both in the horizontal and vertical direction.

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8.6.22 Lunchtime drawing: Sunken Meadow Beach on The north shore of Long Island. Keeping with the “Parks and Beaches” theme.