•Ishan Project: 359/6•
The 4bearance crossed over the vicious woods and found the trail to her palace. As they grew nearer, Anali began feeling her sister’s presence. It was unusual, yet as she looked back on her life, things were beginning to make sense now. No wonder they’d shared similar aspirations throughout their lives. As she gets nearer, she pulls back the adjacent tree’s limbs which gave a glimpse of the North wing. That’s when Chûndra looks out her window. Despite the commotion around her, she immediately draws eye contact with Anali. It seems as though she felt a similar connection as well. Anali’s stomach turns a little bit as she remembers how well she knew Chûndra. So much so, she could read her body language, which was showing she’d become rather inpatient, pacing back and forth with her eyes fixed on Anali. As Chûndra made a fist, sparks from her magnetic charge begin spewing out. Chûndra assumed 4bear would rescue her. Apparently she felt they weren’t moving fast enough. It was only right. She had, after all, been entitled to this sort of attention.
As the Sun reflected against the glass wall’s exterior, you could see the warped reflections held within. Under further scrutiny, we realized that Violet imprisoned her in the same glass Chûndra encased her parents in. Preet released the N-oid tincture. The dense smoke traveled across the moat and made contact with the glass. As Chûndra proceeded to step backwards, she taps her foot quickly and waits for the chemical to take it’s effect.
CROSSED / Mixed Media / 5″ x 4″
I have some disappointing news.
Chûndra, of the Tritons has now been hacking into my accounts. I’m not sure what she’ll say or what she may do but be aware that she is extremely dangerous and not to be trusted. Below shows evidence she’s now started a Google + account already.She may try to post some things even on this blog but be very cautious because I’m afraid that she’s managed to hack into my WordPress account as well. My friends continue to Resist & Remember. Take care.
•Ishan Project: 331/34•
There was no warning when it happened, Olom Ra just remembers how everything seemed to turn white. It happened at Ishandria’s yearly festival. Anali and Chûndra hadn’t seen each other for a year or two at that point. We all had tried to reach out to her, but she became too hard-hearted. It was a difficult time. Many Ishan in the proceeding months had been getting sick. What we thought was a mysterious illness caused many of their branches to deteriorate. None of our doctors could figure out the cause. We never would have suspected that the woman we loved as our child could have been involved.
CROWN / ACRYLIC / 8″ X 11″
Just finished the 2nd part series to an interview with Ben Cotilletta on Artexposure.net. Here’s the link below. Would love to hear your thoughts.
•Ishan Project: 329/36•
The San Joaquin River ran drier this year. This drought has been one of the driest we’ve seen in over a 100 years, even before the time when mankind’s records began, so say many potamologists.
There is another kind of drought resonating around Chûndra’s lair today. It feeds Violet’s obsession for her, and Violet’s body still serves as a cradle for the larvae. As she hides in the shadows of the hallway waiting for Kalese, the larvae begin moving excitedly upon her suggestion. Kalese turns the corner, then she begins feeling a tingling sensation crawling along her left leg. She brushed off the irritation when suddenly a sharp pain struck her in her abdomen. She begins to panic now grasping for breath. As her vision finally adjust to the darkness, her consciousness wavers. And just before she passes out, the last thing she sees is Violet’s dark grin.
CRADLE / Mixed Media / 5″ x 6″
•Ishan Project: 289/76•
A PORTRAIT OF HER MOTHER AS DESCRIBED BY CHÛNDRA
Anali continues, “I remember Chûndra mentioning the connection she shared with her mother.
Chûndra cried when she mentioned how delicately she would brush her cheek with her limbs. She was born with a frown which wrinkled across her brow. However, whenever she was in her mothers presence, she’d wipe the wrinkle away with a soft magnetic touch. The energy would course through her system igniting something voltaic within her.
But it was her father’s (See DAY 28) obsession for her mother which made Chûndra’s spark turn sour.”
A PORTRAIT OF HER MOTHER AS DESCRIBED BY CHÛNDRA / Mixed Media / 5″ x 4″
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