A Crown that Bleeds “ii”
•Ishan Project: 288/77•
AN UNLOCKED MEMORY
As we discuss the origins of her vapor, a memory comes back to Anali. She recalls a time period when Chûndra and her were close. They had been inseparable at one point. Sisters even.
Anali’s father had built a room which they shared as teenagers. At night they would tell stories of their innermost secrets and aspirations, occasionally staying up ’til dawn giggling. One night while bundled up, Chûndra told her the story of her mother’s death. Anali remembered her describing her mom simply withering away right in front of her. She had only been 11 years old at the time.
AN UNLOCKED MEMORY / Mixed Media / 5″ x 4″
•Ishan Project: 275/90•
A FLOWER THAT WEEPS
I don’t think any of us had ever seen anything like this before.This was so unusual. The haze formed itself like a blanket over several of the remaining flowers.
As the haze falls onto the plants’ surface, the flowers scream. It was a gut-wrenching sound that saddened me. I knew something had to be done. In this investigation for the past 9 months, I’ve learned to never take matters at face value. So I reached over the tattered flower to take a sample of its’ remains.
A FLOWER THAT WEEPS / Mixed Media / 8″ x 11″
•Ishan Project: 163/202•
(Cont. from DAY 162) Looking back, it was a life of refuse. Abused as a child, then taken in by Chûndra, negative thoughts and emotions is all she’d known. She had been bred that way. Now there was an opportunity to turn her efforts into something which was useful. Would they accept her though? She had hunted, tormented and slain so many…..
CONTRITE / Graphite, Color Pencil / 3.5″ x 5.5″
•Ishan Project: 150/215•
Anali blasts Koyu for not finding her sooner. His arms extend wide as the branches from his tree begin enveloping her sorrow. Grief, overwhelming frustration. He calmly takes her into his chest as the foliage from her bough sheds it’s final leaf. In this bath, they will start anew.
BATH / Graphite, Colored Pencil / 3.5″ x 5.5″
•Ishan Project: 145/220•
(Cont. from DAY 136) Aram is tormented by the thoughts of her twin’s sacrifice. Although his heart still beats his physical shell has decomposed. She stares into the shadows grieving. The light stayed on her back as the darkness continues to reach out for her throat.
GRIEVING SHADOWS / Graphite, Colored Pencil / 3.5″ x 5.5″