Sharece Studios is the home of unique artwork, with a specialty in abstract designs. One of their most incredible creations is a series of stop-motion cats. The series draws inspiration from the famous painting Starry Night, and uses a similar color palette. @sharece.studios Starry night inspired cat series. Originals and prints available in my shop. #starrynight #painting #cat #catsoftiktok #dreamy ♬ Clair de lune/Debussy – もつ The stop-motion cats are individual drawings of the same cat, with each in a slightly different position. When you flip through the stack of drawings, the cat appears to walk. This innovative style of artwork is reminiscent of the original Nickelodeon, the first “moving” pictures, where patrons could view it for a nickel. Sharece has sprinkled coordinating color dots over each cat in the series. Using a squeegee and an overlay cutout, she drags the colors across the body of each cat, giving the illusion of motion. The technique creates a completely unique piece of art. If you want to purchase prints, they are available on the artist’s website. Using the same squeegee technique, Sharece creates a wide variety of abstract art. With the precise placement of paint dots, she can create a speeding bicycle, rolling waves, or intricate designs. @sharece.studios New artworks available in my shop #bike #bicycle #abstractart #fyp #satisfyingart #satisfyingvideos #smallbusiness ♬ On An Evening In Roma (Sott’er Celo De Roma) – Remastered 1998 – Dean Martin This form of painting, scrape art, derives its name from the way the squeegee scrapes the paint across the canvas or paper. It is most frequently used with acrylic paints that dry quickly and don’t run. The dragging effect can create waves, stripes, and vibrant curves to accentuate any basic design. Sharece Studios is located in Lancaster, South Carolina. She boasts a 5.0 rating on Etsy, where she has been selling her art and coloring sheets for seven years. You can also purchase directly from the studio’s website. For more artwork by Sharece, follow her on social media at Instagram, TikTok, and YouTube. Please share. You can find the source of this story’s featured image here. The post Artist Creates Uniquely Stunning Stop-Motion “Starry Night” Cats appeared first on InspireMore.

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When the many suns of the planet of Prysmos came into alignment, the results were catastrophic. The planet was thrust back into the Dark Ages, where magic equaled power. Because of the cataclysm, the planet CONTINUE READING... The post Saturday Morning Memories: Visionaries appeared first on The Retro Network.

by the Author of The Widow in the Woods Here’s where the story left off last time. While Ariel read, Kate emptied both of their backpacks and sat cross-legged on the floor of the cave by the supplies she had cached away.  When she had created the cache, it hadn’t been with Logan in mind. She had been thinking about the “golden horde” she had read about in prepper fiction – waves of desperate people looking for food and shelter after fleeing the cities. She’d set this up in case she and Ariel had ever needed to retreat from the cabin. Whatever the reason she had built it for, she was glad she had her little cache. She had made it on a dime, since her budget was tight, and it was serving her well right now. The sun was low in the sky, and evening was drawing near. Kate wanted to be ready to go once dusk fell. She pulled out a couple of cans of ravioli and sporks for a quick meal before they set out. Then she pulled out her weapons stash. An extra gun, a smaller Glock 23, would fit in an ankle holster. She loaded it, then strapped it on above her hiking boot, pulling her sock up to pad her leg. She pulled out the promised taser and pepper spray containers for Ariel, then added one of each to her own arsenal. Three bottles of water, two bags of peanut M&Ms, some sealed packs of dehydrated fruit, rain ponchos, extra socks, and a cozy sweater went into each bag. Lighters, waterproof matches, LED flashlights, headlamps, extra batteries, and a good multitool filled out the supplies. Personal first aid kits, went in, as well as a hat and a pair of gloves for each of them. Kate tested the weight of the bags – not bad. She hooked some folding trekking poles to the outside of each bag to help them navigate the treacherous trail in the dark, then pulled out two canisters of bear spray to be clipped to their waists, a large knife for herself and a smaller one for Ariel, and all the magazines she had filled earlier. She felt like she was forgetting something vital, but for the life of her, couldn’t think what it was. It was probably, she thought, her anxiety talking, giving her doubts. She popped the top of a ravioli can for each of them and set Ariel’s can and a spork onto her sleeping bag, where she was still reading with her back turned. “Yum,” she said when she saw the can. “A feast to be coveted!” “It was made by a short, round chef who sought the finest ingredients and added his own magic to this humble vessel.” Ariel giggled at the seriousness of her mother’s face as she described Chef Boy Ar Dee. They ate their pasta cold and then munched on some dried fruit for dessert. “So, here’s the plan,” Kate said, as their meal came to a close.  “We aren’t going to take the regular trail to Mr. Slocum’s place. If Logan is smart, and unfortunately, he is, he’ll be staking it out.” Ariel rolled her eyes at the concept of Logan being smart, but kept silent. “We’re going to go down that trail by the waterfall and come out behind the cabin. There, we can hide for a bit and make sure Logan isn’t at Mr. Slocum’s. Then we can call the cops, and this will finally be over.” “Sounds good to me,” agreed Ariel. “I’m glad you had sweatpants up here – the bugs are going to be after us at that time of night.” “I know. It’s not ideal, but it’s the best plan I can think of.” Ariel slung her arms around her mother’s neck. “It’s a great plan, Mom. We’ve got this.” “Last time, Logan got hold of you behind my back. This time, I want you to walk in front of me, but not too far. We need to stay close to each other.” Kate added. “If he catches us – catches you – I want you to go limp. Just drop to the ground where he has to hold you up. It will distract him, and it will get you out of my line of fire.” “You’re going to shoot him?” Ariel raised a naturally arched brow in question. “If I have to,” Kate replied. Ariel nodded, then offered her mother a comforting hand. Kate smiled, then glanced outside. “It’s time to go. Are you ready?” “Ready as spaghetti.” “Ready as a three-legged dog at a fire hydrant.” “Ready as a one-legged man at a butt-kicking contest.” “Ready as a one-eyed cat at a fish pond.” “Ready as…. Darn it, you won again.” They both giggled, tied up their boots, and grabbed their bags. It was time for the final leg of their escape. They set off into a forest, draped in the dark cloak of the night. … The birds were silent but the cicadas screamed. It was a strange, walking the trails at this time of day. Generally, Kate avoided being in the woods at dusk and dawn because those were the times of day when the local wildlife were most likely to be hunting for dinner. Today, it was a choice between the devil and the deep blue sea, and she was choosing the sea. They hiked along the steep trail, using trekking poles to get over the more perilous areas. This trail wasn’t regularly used and was so faint it would be easy to miss in daylight, much less in the dark. But Ariel and Kate knew this mountain like they knew their own faces, and Kate was confident they wouldn’t get lost. As the cloak of night fell heavier on the mountain, Kate could occasionally see gleaming eyes in the brush near them. She didn’t want to spook Ariel, so she kept it to herself. Just a fox or a raccoon, she told herself. Usually, she liked the feeling of not being alone on the mountain. Still, right now, she fervently wished that the local critters would go on a nice vacation somewhere else. Maybe somewhere tropical, she mused, then choked back a crazed giggle at the thought of bears and foxes on the beach in the Florida Keys. They had been hiking silently for at least an hour when they heard it. Logan was shouting for them in the distance, his voice broken and raw, like he’d been yelling their names all day. They both froze, and Ariel turned to face her mother, her eyes glinting under the moonlight. Kate put her mouth right next to Ariel’s ear. “Sound travels in these woods. He may not actually be that close. We have to keep going, but do not make a peep.” Ariel nodded that she understood, then stiffened her shoulders and proceeded down the path. They walked as silently as possible, hoping to avoid a confrontation with Logan. They’d actually learned a method for moving through the forest silently in a course they had taken with a Native American instructor. He had called it “fox walking.” You landed on your toes, then carefully rolled your foot back until your heel was down, listening carefully for signs of something underfoot that would be noisy. You sought out each step ahead of you with your toes to determine if there was a stick to crack under their weight or a rock that would slide noisily underfoot. Knees stayed bent, ankles stayed flexed, and the steps you took were to be small. It was like mother-daughter telepathy when they both began to move with stealth, as they were taught. It was much harder work to progress silently, and it was far slower than simply striding along. However, it was worth the extra effort to remain undetected. As it grew darker in the forest, they used their trekking poles more to feel out the way ahead of them than for balance. Finally, Logan’s voice faded and Kate signalled Ariel to stop with a hand on her shoulder. Gratefully, they both sat down right in the middle of the path. A water bottle and a pack of peanut M&Ms hit the spot while they took a break. Kate’s legs were throbbing from the effort, and Ariel’s must be too, as Kate watched her daughter aimlessly rubbing her thighs while snacking. Kate whispered, “Either he’s not yelling anymore or we are too far away to hear him.” Ariel said, “It was getting quieter as we walked. I think we’re too far away. I bet he’ll yell forever, he’ll be so mad.” Kate nodded in agreement. “It’s hard to tell in the dark, but I think we should be coming up to the back of Mr. Slocum’s place in the next hour or so,” she told her daughter. Ariel’s nod was barely perceptible in the dark. “It feels so strange to be out here without a flashlight.” “It does,” her mother agreed. “But I kind of like it,” Ariel continued. “It’s like we’re reclaiming our mountain from that jerk.” Kate smiled. “I love you, Ari, and I’m so proud of how strong you are.” “Aw, shucks,” Ariel whispered back, feigning a strong accent and looking down in a pretend-humble pose. They both laughed softly, finished their snacks, and got up to continue their trek. Out of habit, Kate stuffed the wrapper from her candy into her front pocket to throw out later. They pressed on, the forest around them a maze of shadows and soft creaks. The trail, barely visible in the dark, wound through thickets of rhododendron and pine. In this part of the forest, the air smelled strongly of damp earth and decaying leaves. They walked in a more normal way now, Kate’s trekking pole probed the ground ahead and she stepped carefully, but she was no longer walking in a crouch. Ariel followed suit, stepping lightly over the trail littered with branches, decaying leaves, and pine cones. Kate’s heart still raced from Logan’s distant shouts, but the silence now was almost worse. It was like the mountain was holding its breath, waiting for something to happen. They were close to Mr. Slocum’s property, maybe an hour away, though the dark made every step feel like a roll of the dice. Kate’s legs throbbed, but she pushed the pain aside, focusing on Ariel’s silhouette ahead of her. Her daughter’s resilience was incredible. A sudden rustle broke the quiet, heavy and close, from the brush to their right. Fallen twigs cracked under the weight of something unseen. Kate froze, her left hand shooting out to grip Ariel’s arm and her right hand aiming the gun she hadn’t even remembered drawing. Ariel stiffened, her breath hitching. “Don’t move,” Kate whispered. “Don’t move at all.” About Daisy Daisy Luther is a coffee-swigging author and blogger who’s traded her air miles for a screen porch, having embraced a more homebody lifestyle after a serious injury. She’s the heart and mind behind The Organic Prepper, a top-tier website where she shares what she’s learned about preparedness, self-reliance, and the pursuit of liberty. With 17 books under her belt, Daisy’s insights on living frugally, surviving tough times, finding some happiness in the most difficult situations, and embracing independence have touched many lives. Her work doesn’t just stay on her site; it’s shared far and wide across alternative media, making her a familiar voice in the community. Known for her adventurous spirit, she’s lived in five different countries and raised two wonderful daughters as a single mom. Now living in the beautiful state of North Carolina, Daisy has been spreading her knowledge through blogging for 15 years now.  She is the best-selling author of 5 traditionally published books, 12 self-published books, and runs a small digital publishing company with PDF guides, printables, and courses at SelfRelianceand Survival.com You can find her on Facebook, Pinterest, and X. The post Haven Hill: Chapter 18 appeared first on The Organic Prepper.

Nearly a decade after Donald Trump first became president vowing to repeal and replace it, Obamacare is once again becoming one of Congress’ most high-stakes debates. At the end of 2025, enhanced premium tax credits for former President Barack Obama’s signature Affordable Care Act are set to expire. Those enhanced credits were introduced during President Joe Biden’s administration under the American Rescue Plan Act to subsidize the cost of health care premiums as a response to the COVID-19 pandemic and then were further extended, and set to expire at the end of 2025 by Biden’s Inflation Reduction Act. The Democrat legislation expanded the reach of the health care tax credit to higher earners, while also boosting the savings it provided. Now, Republicans have to decide whether or not to extend the enhanced credit. But there’s some historical reason for treading with caution around health care issues. In the 2018 midterms, Republicans lost control of the House following an attempt to repeal Obamacare. Senate Majority Leader John Thune, R-S.D., has expressed openness to the discussion, saying Thursday that “the Democrats created this problem by putting the deadline or the phaseouts in the legislation they acted on earlier, and by dramatically expanding the size of the program in the first place,” but added:  I hope they [Democrats] will come to us with a suggestion and a solution about how to address it. But obviously, it’s something that, yeah, some of our members are paying attention to. Senate Majority Leader John Thune, R-S.D. (Kevin Dietsch/Getty Images) In the House of Representatives, a group of swing-district Republicans have joined with Democrats in introducing a bill to extend the subsidies beyond the midterms. “Congress needs to develop a responsible, sustainable plan before these COVID credits expire,” said Rep. Jen Kiggans, R-Va., who introduced the bill alongside Rep. Tom Suozzi, D-N.Y. “Raising costs for families with little notice, and potentially stripping them of access to care, is simply unacceptable.” The bill has several Republican sponsors, but that’s not to say that all Republicans are excited about the idea of extending a Biden-era policy. “Look, the bottom line is that if the Democrats wanted them to last forever, they should have put that in the bill,” House Freedom Caucus Chairman Andy Harris, R-Md., told The Daily Signal. “The Inflation Reduction Act extended COVID-era enhanced subsidies until the end of 2025. COVID is over. The Democrats’ law is going to expire, and I think it should expire. It’s too expensive to renew.” House Freedom Caucus Chairman Andy Harris, R-Md. (Kevin Dietsch/Getty Images) Harris added, “All this does is return us to the pre-COVID level of subsidies. Well, that’s the level that was passed by the Democrats. They should be happy with that in the Obamacare bill. But it’s at a cost of over $40 billion a year. If someone wants to propose how we pay for it, I might consider supporting it, but no one’s proposing how to pay for it.” Rep. Scott Perry, R-Pa., also a member of the House Freedom Caucus, told The Daily Signal he’d be happy to see the subsidies phase out. “No Republican voted for Obamacare. Free health care is now the most expensive health care that you can’t afford. In our country, people are waiting in lines, and they can’t afford it. It’s either the No. 1 or the No. 2 bill in their household on a monthly basis,” said Perry. “I think we can say with a fair amount of accuracy that it has been a historic failure. And so Republicans should not support the continuation of that in any way.” Rep. Scott Perry, R-Pa. (Tom Williams/CQ-Roll Call via Getty Images) Speaker of the House Mike Johnson, R-La., feels pressure from both sides of the issue within his conference as he seeks to maintain the Republican majority in the House and satisfy an ideologically diverse Republican conference. “I don’t love the policy, OK? But I understand the political realities and the realities of people on the ground. And this is real to folks,” Johnson said in a recent interview with Punchbowl News, adding: “I don’t think the policy is great. I don’t think we should be subsidizing high-income earners. It was a COVID-era issue, and so that would be a big thing for the Republican Party to continue or advance that. At the same time, we don’t want anyone to be adversely affected by that.” The post Republicans Debate Extension of Biden’s Enhanced Obamacare Tax Credits appeared first on The Daily Signal.

by the Author of The Widow in the Woods Here’s where the story left off last time. While Ariel read, Kate emptied both of their backpacks and sat cross-legged on the floor of the cave by the supplies she had cached away.  When she had created the cache, it hadn’t been with Logan in mind. She had been thinking about the “golden horde” she had read about in prepper fiction – waves of desperate people looking for food and shelter after fleeing the cities. She’d set this up in case she and Ariel had ever needed to retreat from the cabin. Whatever the reason she had built it for, she was glad she had her little cache. She had made it on a dime, since her budget was tight, and it was serving her well right now. The sun was low in the sky, and evening was drawing near. Kate wanted to be ready to go once dusk fell. She pulled out a couple of cans of ravioli and sporks for a quick meal before they set out. Then she pulled out her weapons stash. An extra gun, a smaller Glock 23, would fit in an ankle holster. She loaded it, then strapped it on above her hiking boot, pulling her sock up to pad her leg. She pulled out the promised taser and pepper spray containers for Ariel, then added one of each to her own arsenal. Three bottles of water, two bags of peanut M&Ms, some sealed packs of dehydrated fruit, rain ponchos, extra socks, and a cozy sweater went into each bag. Lighters, waterproof matches, LED flashlights, headlamps, extra batteries, and a good multitool filled out the supplies. Personal first aid kits, went in, as well as a hat and a pair of gloves for each of them. Kate tested the weight of the bags – not bad. She hooked some folding trekking poles to the outside of each bag to help them navigate the treacherous trail in the dark, then pulled out two canisters of bear spray to be clipped to their waists, a large knife for herself and a smaller one for Ariel, and all the magazines she had filled earlier. She felt like she was forgetting something vital, but for the life of her, couldn’t think what it was. It was probably, she thought, her anxiety talking, giving her doubts. She popped the top of a ravioli can for each of them and set Ariel’s can and a spork onto her sleeping bag, where she was still reading with her back turned. “Yum,” she said when she saw the can. “A feast to be coveted!” “It was made by a short, round chef who sought the finest ingredients and added his own magic to this humble vessel.” Ariel giggled at the seriousness of her mother’s face as she described Chef Boy Ar Dee. They ate their pasta cold and then munched on some dried fruit for dessert. “So, here’s the plan,” Kate said, as their meal came to a close.  “We aren’t going to take the regular trail to Mr. Slocum’s place. If Logan is smart, and unfortunately, he is, he’ll be staking it out.” Ariel rolled her eyes at the concept of Logan being smart, but kept silent. “We’re going to go down that trail by the waterfall and come out behind the cabin. There, we can hide for a bit and make sure Logan isn’t at Mr. Slocum’s. Then we can call the cops, and this will finally be over.” “Sounds good to me,” agreed Ariel. “I’m glad you had sweatpants up here – the bugs are going to be after us at that time of night.” “I know. It’s not ideal, but it’s the best plan I can think of.” Ariel slung her arms around her mother’s neck. “It’s a great plan, Mom. We’ve got this.” “Last time, Logan got hold of you behind my back. This time, I want you to walk in front of me, but not too far. We need to stay close to each other.” Kate added. “If he catches us – catches you – I want you to go limp. Just drop to the ground where he has to hold you up. It will distract him, and it will get you out of my line of fire.” “You’re going to shoot him?” Ariel raised a naturally arched brow in question. “If I have to,” Kate replied. Ariel nodded, then offered her mother a comforting hand. Kate smiled, then glanced outside. “It’s time to go. Are you ready?” “Ready as spaghetti.” “Ready as a three-legged dog at a fire hydrant.” “Ready as a one-legged man at a butt-kicking contest.” “Ready as a one-eyed cat at a fish pond.” “Ready as…. Darn it, you won again.” They both giggled, tied up their boots, and grabbed their bags. It was time for the final leg of their escape. They set off into a forest, draped in the dark cloak of the night. … The birds were silent but the cicadas screamed. It was a strange, walking the trails at this time of day. Generally, Kate avoided being in the woods at dusk and dawn because those were the times of day when the local wildlife were most likely to be hunting for dinner. Today, it was a choice between the devil and the deep blue sea, and she was choosing the sea. They hiked along the steep trail, using trekking poles to get over the more perilous areas. This trail wasn’t regularly used and was so faint it would be easy to miss in daylight, much less in the dark. But Ariel and Kate knew this mountain like they knew their own faces, and Kate was confident they wouldn’t get lost. As the cloak of night fell heavier on the mountain, Kate could occasionally see gleaming eyes in the brush near them. She didn’t want to spook Ariel, so she kept it to herself. Just a fox or a raccoon, she told herself. Usually, she liked the feeling of not being alone on the mountain. Still, right now, she fervently wished that the local critters would go on a nice vacation somewhere else. Maybe somewhere tropical, she mused, then choked back a crazed giggle at the thought of bears and foxes on the beach in the Florida Keys. They had been hiking silently for at least an hour when they heard it. Logan was shouting for them in the distance, his voice broken and raw, like he’d been yelling their names all day. They both froze, and Ariel turned to face her mother, her eyes glinting under the moonlight. Kate put her mouth right next to Ariel’s ear. “Sound travels in these woods. He may not actually be that close. We have to keep going, but do not make a peep.” Ariel nodded that she understood, then stiffened her shoulders and proceeded down the path. They walked as silently as possible, hoping to avoid a confrontation with Logan. They’d actually learned a method for moving through the forest silently in a course they had taken with a Native American instructor. He had called it “fox walking.” You landed on your toes, then carefully rolled your foot back until your heel was down, listening carefully for signs of something underfoot that would be noisy. You sought out each step ahead of you with your toes to determine if there was a stick to crack under their weight or a rock that would slide noisily underfoot. Knees stayed bent, ankles stayed flexed, and the steps you took were to be small. It was like mother-daughter telepathy when they both began to move with stealth, as they were taught. It was much harder work to progress silently, and it was far slower than simply striding along. However, it was worth the extra effort to remain undetected. As it grew darker in the forest, they used their trekking poles more to feel out the way ahead of them than for balance. Finally, Logan’s voice faded and Kate signalled Ariel to stop with a hand on her shoulder. Gratefully, they both sat down right in the middle of the path. A water bottle and a pack of peanut M&Ms hit the spot while they took a break. Kate’s legs were throbbing from the effort, and Ariel’s must be too, as Kate watched her daughter aimlessly rubbing her thighs while snacking. Kate whispered, “Either he’s not yelling anymore or we are too far away to hear him.” Ariel said, “It was getting quieter as we walked. I think we’re too far away. I bet he’ll yell forever, he’ll be so mad.” Kate nodded in agreement. “It’s hard to tell in the dark, but I think we should be coming up to the back of Mr. Slocum’s place in the next hour or so,” she told her daughter. Ariel’s nod was barely perceptible in the dark. “It feels so strange to be out here without a flashlight.” “It does,” her mother agreed. “But I kind of like it,” Ariel continued. “It’s like we’re reclaiming our mountain from that jerk.” Kate smiled. “I love you, Ari, and I’m so proud of how strong you are.” “Aw, shucks,” Ariel whispered back, feigning a strong accent and looking down in a pretend-humble pose. They both laughed softly, finished their snacks, and got up to continue their trek. Out of habit, Kate stuffed the wrapper from her candy into her front pocket to throw out later. They pressed on, the forest around them a maze of shadows and soft creaks. The trail, barely visible in the dark, wound through thickets of rhododendron and pine. In this part of the forest, the air smelled strongly of damp earth and decaying leaves. They walked in a more normal way now, Kate’s trekking pole probed the ground ahead and she stepped carefully, but she was no longer walking in a crouch. Ariel followed suit, stepping lightly over the trail littered with branches, decaying leaves, and pine cones. Kate’s heart still raced from Logan’s distant shouts, but the silence now was almost worse. It was like the mountain was holding its breath, waiting for something to happen. They were close to Mr. Slocum’s property, maybe an hour away, though the dark made every step feel like a roll of the dice. Kate’s legs throbbed, but she pushed the pain aside, focusing on Ariel’s silhouette ahead of her. Her daughter’s resilience was incredible. A sudden rustle broke the quiet, heavy and close, from the brush to their right. Fallen twigs cracked under the weight of something unseen. Kate froze, her left hand shooting out to grip Ariel’s arm and her right hand aiming the gun she hadn’t even remembered drawing. Ariel stiffened, her breath hitching. “Don’t move,” Kate whispered. “Don’t move at all.” About Daisy Daisy Luther is a coffee-swigging author and blogger who’s traded her air miles for a screen porch, having embraced a more homebody lifestyle after a serious injury. She’s the heart and mind behind The Organic Prepper, a top-tier website where she shares what she’s learned about preparedness, self-reliance, and the pursuit of liberty. With 17 books under her belt, Daisy’s insights on living frugally, surviving tough times, finding some happiness in the most difficult situations, and embracing independence have touched many lives. Her work doesn’t just stay on her site; it’s shared far and wide across alternative media, making her a familiar voice in the community. Known for her adventurous spirit, she’s lived in five different countries and raised two wonderful daughters as a single mom. Now living in the beautiful state of North Carolina, Daisy has been spreading her knowledge through blogging for 15 years now.  She is the best-selling author of 5 traditionally published books, 12 self-published books, and runs a small digital publishing company with PDF guides, printables, and courses at SelfRelianceand Survival.com You can find her on Facebook, Pinterest, and X. The post Haven Hill: Chapter 18 appeared first on The Organic Prepper.

Trump's Share-the-Wealth Retirement Plan Will Help All Americans

A study looked to answer that.