Experimenting with a new tool to finish up the painting portion of this portrait. I think I’ll call her Wonderment. She’ll be the first in a series of pieces under A Beautiful Decay. I’ll be finishing her off with sculpted porcelain, so stay tuned ✨📺✨ #^+^
•Ishan Project: 357/8•
Olam Ra gathered everyone around the rectangular planning table to discuss the situation reported to him by Birdface. It seemed as though some of Chûndra’s power had been stripped by Violet. But Violet was much more than a loose cannon—she had become deadly. At least Chûndra erred on the concept of control. Violet, on the other hand, became deeply desperate for Chûndra’s affection. In her frantic attempts at grasping for it, she’d come in contact with a unique find. Chûndra had given her capabilities which enhanced her control over the Impostors. While that control served its purpose, she hadn’t monitored the effect it would have on Violet, close enough. Initially, Chûndra only intended to have the flying moths create a parasitic relationship with Violet by feeding off her of her energies and harnessing them into something constructive which Chûndra would later make use of. But Violet, in her overzealous efforts in trying to display her affection for Chûndra, somehow managed to reengineer them into a symbiotic relationship. The Impostors morphed into this ‘partnership’ with ease because they also shared a similar desire for Chaen’s petals. And now, with no flowers to feed their tiny frames, they’d grapple for anything.
As he concludes his synapse he motions towards Anali Q, placing his branches around her bare shoulders. “Anali, this is why we must rescue your sister,” he tells her.
“What sister?” Anali responds in a low voice. “Dad, you can’t mean…There’s no way she was right.”
WILTED TRANCE / Mixed Media / 5″ x 4″
•Ishan Project: 317/48•
Last night she’d managed to rescue Jeth. Now that she and Jess had brought him back to 4bear’s lair, they understood why yesterday’s experience had been so unusual.
Chûndra had sent a special vapor to attack Jeth. Yet, somehow it tore into the molecular structure of glass enclosed around his mask. They’d use this knowledge.
Meanwhile, they gather around the table to discuss the tragedy Chûndra’s created. As they watch Netra propagate the flowers from her son’s heart, a strategy is revised.
RISE / Mixed Media / 5″ x 8″
•Ishan Project: 314/51•
It was damp and cold. Yet, Aram needed to take a walk to clear her mind of all that’s happened this week. She throws a scarf around her shoulders as she exits the foyer. She then starts to calculate their next step. This current predicament was irritating to say the least.
But this feeling of defeat brought back memories of the time Chûndra would torment her at weeks on end. It was as though she were reliving the feelings of helplessness she felt so long ago. It was ironic that with the few flowers that remained from Chaen’s heart, they would have the key to the antidote needed to combat this vapor. But we only have a few flowers on hand and Chûndra’s Vapor was becoming stronger than ever. We need to figure out how to take these few flowers to create a tincture to keep 4bear’s minds open, so that we’d be able free the rest of the world be4 it is too late.
A PATH / Mixed Media / 5″ x 8″
•Ishan Project: 310/55•
A REFLECTIVE RECONNAISSANCE
Devastated, 4bear stares into the empty nursery. This is where the antidote to mankind’s slavery under Chûndra used to be. All that hard work…gone. Anali looks down heartbroken, but too angry to cry. She can’t give up, though. She won’t let them give up. Quitting wasn’t in her vocabulary. Even if they have to start over, the Ishan and mankind had too much at stake. She considers their predicament carefully. Although these creatures have eaten all of the remaining flowers, there still was one alternative they could turn to.
A REFLECTIVE RECONNAISSANCE / Mixed Media / 5″ x 8″
•Ishan Project: 306/59•
A PORTRAIT OF ANALI IN A DANCE OF MOURNING
She thinks of this as she dances alone tonight and the stars became more visible. Something about the sound of the wind infused so much energy into her trunk, she was amazed at how much she had been affected. This dance tonight was not one of joy or excitement, but rather one of focus, determination, and concentration. Although they were entrapped in a dazed state, she’d dance for them tonight.
She thinks back to how perplexed and in pain her parents had been. But now, pieces of the vast puzzle that Chûndra created were slowly fitting into place. The tree branch floating in that glass case had to have come from her parents. Thinking back now, this made sense. No wonder the branches growing alongside the staircase looked so familiar. She couldn’t help but feel heart broken at how cruel Chûndra had become over the years. After all, her parents originally took care of Chûndra when she had no one else. And to think, this was the way she had chosen to return her family’s love and affection.
Those particles floating around the small glass case in the laboratory must have been part of the reason Preet fell into that comatose state once its’ case was broken. Since the experience Preet had was a little different than those that fall under the influence of the Sufna vapor, 4bear knows there must be at least one other ingredient in Sufna, as well. In the meantime, she was grateful they were able to smuggle one of the impostors away. Maybe they could take it back into the lab to do a more thorough study on these creatures. They need to figure out how to stop them until they find a permanent solution to control this Vapor.
A PORTRAIT OF ANALI IN A DANCE OF MOURNING / Mixed Media / 5″ x 8″
•Ishan Project: 305/60•
(Cont. from DAY 303) Fortunately, the young woman felt no pain. This, they were thankful for, and they’ll ensure her cure. As she marches to the beat of Chûndra’s drums, they remembered an experience Preet had earlier this week. The difference was that Preet’s experience was painful. She, then, was struck to sleep and awakened by Anali. But despite the penetrating affects of the flower, she experienced a case of mild amnesia temporarily.
Today, Preet leans back and reflects on the 4bearance’s efforts this year. So much has happened. Her limbs crackle in the cold darkness outside. A stiff breeze rattles her branches and it just…feels…so…good. She embraces this moment as she hears someone counting down in the distance.
Although her memory had been lost temporarily, and although she experienced pain temporarily, they at least are much closer to the source of Chûndra’s vapor.
RUSTLE / Mixed Media / 5″ x 8″