Maxon bought Forger and pretty much just discontinued it. In the Forger app it says customers get 6 months of ZBrush for free. But all that actually happens when you click that button is: it crashes Forger. Support is not doing much, except treating it "as a priority".

#maxon #fail #forger

Forgé par la vie

Forgé par la vie

Des mots qui vibrent

La vérité ne s’impose pas, elle s’invite

Qu’est-ce que cache ton silence ?

Être une bonne personne… un problème ?

Chaque chose a sa place

Changer de regard, changer de vie

Une seule porte

Pourquoi une personne qui parle de ses valeurs est souvent perçue comme arrogante

En regardant les gens autour de moi, sans qu’ils parlent, je vois leur histoire

Arrête de vivre dans les ruines d’hier

Tu ne pourras plus l’ignorer

Deux quêtes, une même faim

Pas un regard mais une vision

Présents. Absents.

Les mots sont fatigués

Et pendant ce temps, les êtres humains s’ignorent

La peur d’être bien

Tu prends soin de tout… sauf de toi

Quand le visage s’éclaire, l’âge recule

Quand le silence intérieur devient un guide

Le jour où l’être humain s’est oublié

Ce que vivent les jeunes dans leur tête (et qu’ils n’osent pas toujours dire)

Le silence qui hurle à l’intérieur

Si t’es en colère, lis ça

Quand la vie commence à parler vrai

“L’âge ne compte pas”… vraiment ?

L’attitude intérieure face à ce qui ne nous convient pas

Quand les mots des autres étouffent notre intuition

Par quel chemin la vie nous mène

Il y a des métiers que l’on apprend dans des écoles.
Et puis il y a des vocations que l’on apprend dans la chair, dans les épreuves, dans les silences, dans les tempêtes intérieures.

Je suis autodidacte.
Pas par hasard.
Par nécessité.

La vie m’a enseigné ce qu’aucun manuel ne peut transmettre :
la mécanique des émotions quand elles explosent,
le poids du mal-être quand il étouffe,
le chemin invisible qui mène de la confusion à l’apaisement.

Je n’ai pas appris à accompagner dans une salle de formation.
J’ai appris en traversant.
En tombant.
En comprenant.
En me relevant.

Et aujourd’hui, j’accompagne autrement.

Un coach apprend une méthode. Moi, j’ai appris l’humain.

Un coach classique suit une formation.
Il applique des outils.
Il suit un cadre précis.
Il respecte un protocole.

C’est utile. C’est structuré. C’est rassurant.

Mais moi, je ne travaille pas avec un protocole.
Je travaille avec la personne en face de moi.

Je n’applique pas une méthode identique pour tous.
Je m’adapte à ce que vous ressentez, à ce que vous ne dites pas, à ce qui tremble derrière vos mots.

Mon outil principal, ce n’est pas un manuel.
C’est l’écoute profonde.
C’est la compréhension fine des émotions.
C’est la conversation hypnotique qui va chercher là où le mal-être s’est installé.

Je ne cherche pas à motiver.
Je cherche à libérer.

Là où le coaching pousse, j’accompagne.

Beaucoup de coachs travaillent sur les objectifs :
performance, réussite, changement, action.

Moi, je travaille sur la racine.

Avant de vouloir changer votre vie, je vous aide à accepter ce qui est là.
Avant de fixer un objectif, je vous aide à comprendre ce qui bloque.
Avant d’avancer, je vous aide à déposer ce qui pèse.

Parce qu’un arbre ne pousse pas si ses racines sont étouffées.

Je ne vous pousse pas vers une version idéale de vous-même.
Je vous accompagne vers votre vérité intérieure.

Et cette différence change tout.

Autodidacte ne veut pas dire improvisé.

Être autodidacte, ce n’est pas manquer de sérieux.
C’est avoir appris autrement.

Cela signifie observer.
Expérimenter.
Comprendre par l’expérience réelle.
Affiner son approche avec chaque histoire rencontrée.

Depuis 2018, à Auxerre, j’accompagne des personnes qui arrivent avec des blocages profonds, des peurs, des doutes, des blessures parfois anciennes.

Je ne promets pas des solutions rapides.
Je propose un travail vrai.

Chaque séance est unique.
Chaque échange est vivant.
Chaque personne est respectée dans son rythme.

La qualité de mon travail ne dépend pas d’un diplôme accroché au mur.
Elle dépend de l’attention que je vous porte.

Et cette attention, elle est totale.

Pourquoi cela fait la différence ?

Parce que vous n’êtes pas un cas.
Vous êtes une histoire.

Parce que votre mal-être ne se résume pas à un symptôme.
Il a une origine.
Un sens.
Une émotion qui demande à être entendue.

Je ne vous donne pas des conseils tout faits.
Je vous aide à découvrir vos propres réponses.

Et quand une personne comprend enfin ce qui se joue en elle…
le changement ne vient pas de l’extérieur.
Il vient de l’intérieur.

Il devient durable.

Une qualité constante : l’engagement

Ce qui ne changera jamais dans mon travail, c’est l’engagement.

Je m’implique pleinement.
Je ne compte pas le temps quand il s’agit de comprendre.
Je ne survole pas une situation.

Chaque personne que j’accompagne mérite le meilleur de moi-même.
Pas un minimum.
Pas un automatisme.
Le meilleur.

Parce que le bien-être intérieur n’est pas un luxe.
C’est une base.

Et si la vraie différence était là…

On peut choisir un coach pour sa méthode.
On peut choisir un accompagnant pour son expérience.

Mais parfois, on choisit une personne pour ce qu’elle dégage.
Pour la confiance qu’elle inspire.
Pour la sensation d’être enfin entendu sans être jugé.

Je ne prétends pas être meilleur qu’un autre.
Je suis simplement aligné avec ce que je fais.

Et peut-être que la vraie question n’est pas :
“Quelle méthode est la meilleure ?”

Peut-être que la vraie question est :
“Avec qui me sentirai je suffisamment en confiance pour oser me rencontrer moi-même ?”

La réponse vous appartient.

Et si cette réponse vous rend curieux… alors la porte est déjà entrouverte.

Pourquoi cherchons-nous si loin ce qui se transforme à l’intérieur ?

Montre moi la personne que tu es quand personne ne te regarde

Ne vends pas ton âme au diable

Ce n’est qu’une perception

Mon outil de travail n’est pas matériel… et pourtant, il transforme

La voix qui parle à l’intérieur

Péchés et Chakras : le duel secret qui façonne nos émotions »

Le Bien-Être Intérieur : Ce Rebelle Silencieux Qui Te Sabote Parce Que Tu Ne L’Écoutes Pas

Le Drame Silencieux du Stress

Après le dernier souffle : le voyage invisible de l’âme

« Mieux vaut tard que jamais » : et si c’était maintenant, le vrai moment de ta vie ?

On peut être entouré… et se sentir profondément seul

Je souris, mais à l’intérieur, je suis épuisé

Arrête de te raconter des histoires : ton bien-être crève pendant que tu trouves des excuses

Quand deux êtres se rencontrent, c’est leur passé qu’ils confrontent

Nous parlons au présent avec des mots d’hier

Ce que j’aimerais que tu ressentes en m’écoutant

La répétition des choix : une mécanique humaine

Il y a des jours où tu fais ce qu’il faut… mais à l’intérieur, quelque chose ne va pas

J’en parle ici…

Je n’arrive plus à dire non

Pourquoi je garde tout à l’intérieur… et comment cela me détruit

Pas triste, pas en colère, juste fatigué d’être fort

On attire ce que l’on vibre : la clé invisible qui transforme nos vies

La différence entre un coach et moi

“Facile à dire, difficile à faire” – Le pansement émotionnel qui nous empêche de vivre

La responsabilité émotionnelle : reprendre le pouvoir sur sa vie

L’argent ne soigne pas l’âme

À ceux qui n’ont rien fait de leur vie… mais parlent beaucoup

Les mal-être silencieux

À ton avis, le cerveau distingue-t-il toujours l’imaginaire du réel ?
• Oui
• Non
• Je ne sais pas

Soldier-turned-forger: the thread about the farcical execution of John Young

“Drawn at The Execution of John Young in the Grass Market, Edinbr., 1751” The description says “a crowd… in the foreground, beyond them the gallows officers with the condemned man on a platform“. Except that’s not quite what’s going on here… Let’s find out more!

The image is by the hand of Paul Sandby, the young English draughtsman who came to Edinburgh in the aftermath of the 1745 Jacobite Rebellion to turn the triangulations of William Roy’s survey of Scotland into the incredible illustrated map. Sandby also proved to be quite the artist and with his little gang of esteemed friends (including John Clerk of Eldin and Robert Adam) in his free time he would sketch the street scenes of the city. But this isn’t a thread about Paul Sandby, it’s a thread about the scene he drew and how not is quite what meets the eye.

John Young was an Irishman, born into a lower middle-class protestant family in Belfast. He had a good start in life, was educated and apprenticed to a linen draper. But when his master died, he ended up having to go to London for work, which he found as a clerk. But he had to abandon this position in a hurry however and fled London in disgrace after he got his master’s serving maid pregnant. On the road, with no prospects, he was easy prey for the Army’s recruiting sergeants and with liberal application of intoxicants he took the King’s Shilling

This was about 1744, the War of the Austrian Succession was raging, and the Army was in need of recruits. Being educated, intelligent and amenable, the officers liked him and the disgraced clerk actually found that military life in the ranks suited him. It was (apparently) the 4th Regiment of Foot (The King’s Own) that he joined and his manners and abilities quickly saw him promoted into the first sergeant’s vacancy that came along.

Shipped off to Flanders, John was said to be at Fontenoy when the Allied Army, the British contingent under the Duke of Cumberland, were defeated by the French under Louis XV. However most of the 4th missed the battle as they had been detached beforehand. Wherever he was, and whichever Regiment he was with, he apparently acquitted himself with bravery and was rewarded with promotion to company paymaster and with being sent back to England with a recruiting party to help replace the Army’s losses in Flanders.

It turned out that recruiting was also something John took to naturally. He signed men up on honest and frank terms and didn’t swindle them (or their families) out of their sign-on bounty. Again he was recognised by his superiors and a promotion to Sergeant Major was forthcoming. He rejoined his regiment in a hurry, as they had been shipped back to Britain along with the Duke of Cumberland to help put down the Jacobite Rebellion. (This fits with him being in the 4th). He was at the Battle of Falkirk Muir in January 1746, and apparently accounted for a few Jacobites with his Sergeant Major’s halberd. Although it was a Jacobite victory, it was a hollow one and they retreated from it.

John marched on with his Regiment after the retreating Jacobites and was at the bloody Battle of Culloden in April. Circumstances fit that he was in the 4th, the Grenadiers of whom are prominent in David Morier’s well known painting of that battle. The 4th were hit hardest of the Government units by the Highland charge, taking 25% losses.

But John, and the 4th, survived the Jacobites and survived the battle. As a result of its performance and losses, the regiment remained in Scotland for “mopping up” duties, before being sent to garrison Edinburgh castle. John was sent off recruiting, reaching as far south as Bristol. Coming back to Edinburgh with plenty of recruits, he was sent off again, this time to Yorkshire. But it wasn’t just recruits who followed him back to Edinburgh on this occassion, he also had an innkeeper’s wife, with whom he had fallen in “criminal intercourse” with.

That might have been that, except the woman had cleared out her husband before fleeing. It wasn’t long before an aggrieved Yorkshire innkeeper pitched up in Edinburgh on the hunt for his wife, his money and a licentious recruiting Sergeant He didn’t take long to find all three; but John was saved from punishment on account of his having been ignorant of the wife’s theft and having not conspired with her, and the fact his officers liked him; he was a good soldier, and the army needed such men.

The 4th were shipping out anyway, so John was sent off with them to Inverness and (the first) Fort George, garrisoning the remains of it while preparations were made to build the bigger replacement at Ardersier. Coincidentally, Paul Sandby made a reconstruction illustration of it as it would have looked before the retreating Jacobites blew much of it up .

It was in Inverness that John became familiar with one of his new recruits, a man by the name of Parker who had served some time as a printer. John was company paymaster, and when assisting him one day, Parker mentioned how easy it would be to copy the bank notes if you knew how. John knew better than to continue the discussion in public, but managed to get Parker aside in a tavern and pick his brains. It would be easy, said he, if you could just get a note to copy, somewhere safe to copy it, and the materials to engrave a printing plate. John could do all three, and he took on a private room where Parker and another could work, “borrowed” a Royal Bank of Scotland note from the company purse, and acquired all the materials a forger might need from the Garrison’s supplies.

Parker was good to his word, soon he had produced some Royal Bank notes that couldn’t easily be told apart. They could get away with things for a reasonable time, if they were clever, as such promissory notes would circulate in the local economy for a good long while, rather than being sent back to Edinburgh to be reconciled with the accounts against which they were issued. And although he was a mere Sergeant Major, as a paymaster it was not unusual for John to have reason to be carrying and exchanging paper money.

They got away with it for at least 6 months, before their regiment got notice that it was leaving Inverness. It now seems that he may have been with the 24th Foot, the Earl of Ancram’s, rather than the 4th.

The hitherto cautious John now over-reached himself, and before leaving Inverness he had an Aberdeen stocking manufacturer, Mr Gordon, convert £60 worth of notes into Sterling. This suited Gordon as it was safer than carrying “real” money on his journey home. Gordon left a merry trail of counterfeit paper notes across the north of Scotland as he made his way home from town to town and tavern to tavern. He was horrified to get back to Aberdeen and find notices in the newspapers from the directors of the Royal Bank that they were advising merchants in the north of Scotland that they were aware of counterfeit notes circulating and to please be on the lookout for them

Realising he had been swindled, Gordon went straight back to Inverness and called upon the Sheriff. It didn’t take long to put the facts together, and news was sent chasing along after the 24th that the law would like to ask one of their Sergeant Majors a few questions. The law caught up with the Regiment, and with John, in Glasgow. When arrested, he had the copper plate and 300 forged notes on his person.

He was sent to Edinburgh to stand trial. He was optimistic that he might be let off or treated leniently, but the embarrassed bankers of Edinburgh wanted an example made of him, and so it was. Parker and the other accomplice turned King’s evidence. The trial on November 9th 1750 lasted all of a day. He was found guilty and sentenced to hang. John prevailed upon his officers to intercede, on account of his good record, but they couldn’t, wouldn’t, or were of no avail. He was sent to the Tolbooth to await his fate.

On the evening of 19th December, as was the custom, he was chained in the Iron Room, the “escape proof” cell where the condemned of Edinburgh spent their last night before the final walk to the gallows. The following morning, the magistrates and 2 ministers awoke him to read him his sentence. Did he have any objections? No he did not. Would he like to speak with the ministers? Yes he would. He asked to be excused with the latter for some “ghostly consolation” for a while.

But John was less concerned with spiritual matter, his quick mind was instead hatching a plan. His sentence, which had just been read to him, had stated that he would be hung between 2 and 4 PM that afernoon. Having been misled by other prisoners, he assumed all he had to do was delay proceedings until after 4 and he would get a temporary reprieve. After prayers with the Ministers, he asked the men of God if they might give him a moment’s private contemplation, to prepare himself for his maker. This they readily agreed to. They left the cell, and he quietly pulled the door shut.What nobody was sure how he did it, but somehow he contrived to lock himself in the cell, and the ministers, magistrates and gaolers out of it.

When it was realised what he had done, no amount of pleading, shouting, or beating of the door could get John Young to come to his senses and accept his fate. “No“, said he, “in this place I am resolved to defend my life to the utmost of my power”. As he saw it, all he had to do was buy himself a few hours for another night on earth…

The tradesmen of the City were called, but they said it was impossible to break through the Iron Room’s door or wall without compromising the building. More likely they couldn’t be bothered with such heard work and found it all very funny. Time was ticking away. Perhaps John was going to get away with it. The magistrates summoned the Lord Provost, George Drummond, and together the combined minds of the city administration hit upon a simple scheme to thwart him. They had the town clock stopped!

This bought them the time they needed, and finally they resolved to smash through the floor of the room above the cell and get him out that way. This took 2 hours hard work but once a large enough hole was made, one of the Town Guard poked his musket through to help persuade him out. But John was a battle-hardened soldier and had faced worse than the Edinburgh town guard. Quick as you like he grabbed the barrel of the gun and pulled it to himself, “declaring, with an oath, that, if any man attempted to molest him, he would immediately dash out his brains“

The gun however was unloaded, so the guardsman followed through the hole after it. He took the full force of the butt of it for his efforts, knocking him down, and it took 4 of his burly colleagues to subdue John Young. Asking if it was now after 4PM, he was informed that it was, but “he would be hanging even if it was after 8“. Realising the game was up, John resolved to be “no accessory to my own murder” and be uncooperative to his last. It took 8 guardsmen to carry him, head first, out of the Tolbooth. Refusing to walk, a cart had to be sourced, and he rode this, with the noose already around his neck, the short distance down the West Bow to his place of execution in the Grassmarket. James Skene’s sketch of 1827 shows a scene fundamentally unchanged from Sandby’s of 1750. The gallows is on the left, the structure on the right was used as a corn market.

What I am pretty sure we can actually see in Sandby’s sketch is not a crowd watching the condemned ascend the gallows, it’s a scene of one waiting, in boredom and anticipation, wondering where is John Young? Where’s the afternoon’s promised gruesome entertainment?

The guardsman on the left, the one with the Lochaber Axe, looks positively bored. Is his colleague on the right pushing back the restless crowd? And what – or who – is that arriving in the background on a cart…

“John Young underwent the sentence of the law in the Grassmarket of Edinburgh, about six o’clock on the evening“. Uncooperative to the last, he had to be carried up the scaffold. It apparently took a whole 30 minutes for his desperate cling to life to be extinguished. It is unclear what motivated him; he was not known as a spender of money or an indulger in drinking or gambling. His men and his officers liked him, he was otherwise a good, honest and brave solider, and there seems little in life he desired that his pay could not cover

It is not known either where John Young’s final resting place was. No Edinburgh Kirk recorded his death or burial in their registers that I can find. The newspapers are the only record of his exploits, his final story being printed far and wide. “This poor man had served in the army many years, with reputation, was beloved by his officers, being never before convicted of the least offence, and was said to have been recommended to the first vacant colours in his corps.” In June 1751, the Royal Bank re-issued all its 1750 edition. 20 shilling bank notes.

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Danke, Neuss 🥳. Das hat sehr viel Spaß mit euch gemacht. Tausend Dank an Kaff Panda für die Einladung und Forger (gibt's beide heute nochmal in Erkelenz 🤫), den Hamtorkrug für die wunderbare Gastfreundschaft und das leckere Essen, Alex für den Ton und natürlich Aaron für die top Photos 🙏.

Wir sehen uns am 29.06. in Düsseldorf wieder. Details folgen in Kürze.

Genießt das Wochenende 🙌.

#goodbyegrief #forger #kaffpanda #poppunk #hamtorkrug #punkrock #fcknzs #skatepunk #music #melodycore

Endlich zurück auf die Bühne!
Ganz spontan haben die lieben Menschen von Kaff Panda uns gefragt, ob wir zusammen mit ihnen und Forger den Hamtorkrug Neuss kurz vor seinem mittlerweile zehnjährigen (!) Jubiläum schonmal in Stimmung bringen möchten. NATÜRLICH!

3x Pop-Punk/Punkrock 🎉.

Fr., 30.05.2025 (Brückentag 🥳)
Eintritt frei!

Wir freuen uns auf euch 🫶.

#goodbyegrief #forger #kaffpanda #poppunk #hamtorkrug #düsseldorfpunkrock #fcknzs #konzerteinneuss #skatepunk #melodycore #music

T is for Thorn Princess Yor Forger! A truely terrifying T. U has got to be one of the harder ones, help me finish the week off! Who can we get for U?

#yor #yorforger #thornprincess #spyxfamily #forger #anime #animeart #artchallenge #challenge #atoz #drawing #digitalart #artist #artstudy #fanart #illustration #practice #drawingchallenge #animechallenge

the first part of my series going over how i made my short film snowfall is out now: https://youtu.be/5dqS9dn8Rbo

this one is on how i modeled everything in #cinema4d and #forger