Kj Wright

@maybecabers.bsky.social

Kirstin, a Kiwi. 🇳🇿 Illustrator, Animator, Pencil, Papor, Stickytapor. Wrangler of the Caberworld and other Imaginaries. VFX artist, for my sins. kj_Draws from the Twit place. TheCaberworld on Insta/twitch. https://portfolio.kjwright.com #traditionalart

RiP Sir Patrick Stewart. All the Shakespearean Soliloquies, the Star Trek, the Superhero, and the Stage. And yet, this is the immediate visual memory that came to mind, which just makes me smile. Serious, and not, all in the same lovely person. Well played, Sir P. Well played, and rest well.

Sir Patrick Stewart in his Halloween lobster costume, reclining in a bath.

Bumbling PSA of "we only see the ads that are curated for us" re. Politics/elections. If it looks like a ground swell, or a party that we like, doing really well with their reps this year (e.g. The Green Party, NZ), we can't be complacent, thinking 'oh enough will vote anyway'. So yeah. Voteski.

"But in our society now, so many things have become transactional that we have rather forgotten what we are like as human beings." A quote that I have been thinking about most of the day. (From a recent street interview with Professor Douglas Davies, by #EvanBNormal)

A white haired bespectacled man in a tan jacket (Professor Douglas Davies) is speaking animatedly about the value of wisdom. The quote depicted says: "But in our society now, so many things have become transactional that we have rather forgotten what we are like as human beings."

Received a package in the mail from my uncle today. :) My late Grandma had thought this collection of stereoviews had gone, but my Uncle must have tracked them down in a cupboard, while clearing out the Farmhouse! Here are just three from the many, all from the Kilburn Bros, pre 1900's.

A sepia photograph of a girl and her dog, in stereoview. By B W Kilburn, in 1882  Dog appears to be a spaniel. Girl appears to be boring her gaze into the viewer, and if she were still alive today, would be close to 150 years old. Which is quite a thing.A sepia photograph of a girl and her cat, in stereoview. By B W Kilburn, possibly around 1875. The cat is bundled up in a muff. (Possibly to keep it still for the duration of the picture!)A sepia photograph of a girl and her dog, in stereoview. Caption: "Why won't you talk, Jack?" By B W Kilburn, in 1882. Jack is a dog, this is probably why Jack doesn't talk. But he seems quite content in his chair, in a spaniel sort of way.In a photograph whose tones scream "I was printed sometime in the 70s!", there stands a random small child in a blue apron dress. It may be corduroy. Grinning in the manner of a number 8 followed by a capital D, with what is best described as a pudding bowl haircut. It probably was. She is wearing glasses, and may be about 3 years old.
Next to her is an even younger child, sporting a red blouse with polkadots, and red shorts. This child is (and will always be!) more photogenic than her sibling.  Some day, socks and sandals will also make a comeback but today is not that day.

How many women have been lead animators in movies? Just asking, for a "me, who has been watching credits for over 30 years." I guesstimate that somewhere around 3% is an overly generous number, and that the reality is more like 1%. (Just having a little bit of salt in my day, today!)

They have started the base work for the second floor of the development going up next door. I shall miss the view of my pink trees 🩷, my wide-boi tree 💚, and None-tree hill. A view that I have been lucky to have from my li'l flat, for nigh on 26 years.

A nighttime photograph looking at the silhouette of a large tree, with lit trees covered in pink blossoms nearby. In the distance, an Auckland monument formerly known as One Tree Hill. To the left, a building frame that marks the height of a development set to hide almost all of the view on its completion, because the development goes nearly to the front of the neighbouring property.

Today was the day I found out that the 'family farm' which has been part of the fam for about 100 years or so, has been sold. (It was not unexpected, alas.) Complex feelings, and much sadness. Most for the trees that I will miss (deeply) which were integral to my own childhood.

Went to the takeaway roast shop yesterday. Some fucking guy fidgeting and huffing and blowing and scowling while he waited. IT WAS PRIME RUSH HOUR for FOOD and this entitled performative asshole was projecting all the unpleasantness he could. Gods, I hate such people. The staff are lovely.

Found out that the beautiful soul who did the coding on the little collab game we did together a few years back, has died. Jones (a.k.a CallowCreation), my sympathies to your dear wife and family. May your light shine on in memory, you will always be a part of the world of the Cabers. ❤️💛💚🖤

I do not like this gen AI I do not like what it implies I do not want it in my art I do not think it makes you smart I do not want it in my games I do not like its goals and aims I do not want it in my books I do not like the way it looks I do not like it, I don't care I do not want it anywhere

I love my friendos. Currently the 'new fun' to provide emotional relief from distess, is to waggle your hands in the direction of that which threatens you, while calling out Wololo!!! Wololo!!! Wololo!!!"

It was in my youthy youthfulnessness that I called this roadworks sign "man peeing in a ditch". (I still call it thusly, because "grown up" only means you might be taller!) Today, spotted it on the back of a work-van, tilted 90°. "Man pole-dancing in ditch."

New Zealand road sign for "roadworks ahead", with the stylised iconography of a figure appearing to dig into a mound of somethingThe same sign as the previous one, rotated 90 degrees. Now giving the impression of a stylized pole dancer, instead of a digger of ditches.