A Crown that Bleeds “ii”
•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: 295/70•
A HURRIED MIMIC
As the impostors gorged over soft petals that feed, they begin resonating its’ electromagnetic pulp. Preet was alarmed how the fur on their hind began glowing like Fireflies. This wasn’t an ordinary insect.
After a more thorough investigation, we now have come to the conclusion that the scientific name of the original insect was Macroglossum stellatarum a.k.a. the Hawk-Eyed Moth. However Chûndra took this beautiful creation and merged it with an extinct species of Cicada. This genetically hybrid species mimics the flight of the True Birds. One major difference is that when it sucks on the flowers sweet nectar, it greedily swallows everything, or produces oddly shaped holes in the petals.
A HURRIED MIMIC / 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: 271/94•
We walk away from the coast now. We’ve been protecting some of the Flowers that Feed in this area. Rïden senses a chemical reaction in the air. He thinks that this might be connected to the unusual noise that we’ve been hearing. There was an initial snap, then a slicing noise heard nearby. As Aram steps away from the jagged surface, she notices one of the flowers have holes on its anterior petals.
NOISE / Mixed Media / 5.5″ x 4″
•Ishan Project: 247/118•
She had been reconditioned and her biological clock begins to fall backwards. Her objective was more focused now. She would have to ensure that her cover is not made. Violet knows how to divide herself down the middle to appear honest, warm and fuzzy for the 4bearance. She’ll never forget who she really is, or should I say, who she belongs to. Before she’s discovered, she would have to do something about Jess.
VIOLET / Gouache, Graphite, Acrylic, Chalk, Collage / 5.5″ x 4″
•Ishan Project: 246/119•
She found this time of the year compelling and beautiful, actually. Preet listens to the leaves fall from their boughs as she hears the pulse, pulse, pulse form a rhythm that compels her to move her extremities. The rhythmic sound excites her and she’s captured in the moment. This physiological drought creates an internal trigger in her trunk during this season. The flowers and petals involuntarily fall to the earth. When they touch the earth’s surface, it nourishes the soil.
As she becomes more absorbed in this moment she begins to realize that something’s not right. At that moment she opens her eyes and sees Violet.
PULSE / Gouache, Graphite / 5.5″ x 4″
•Ishan Project: 245/120•
THE SMELL OF LOYALTY
Under her scrutiny she watches the Chemist as she mixes a new batch of her vapor. The ingredient was a new one laced with a hint of lavender. She then test it’s affects on her drones.
Initially, they seemed unaffected. Then slowly, one by one they begin clutching their sides while howling in agony. She hadn’t expected it to be this potent. She stares at them as they experience this pain. She almost feels something similar to sympathy for them. “But their sacrifice is only necessary,” she reasons to herself. She can’t afford to have another tragedy. She was so close to getting what she wanted and couldn’t risk them leaving.
THE SMELL OF LOYALTY / Gouache, Graphite / 5.5″ x 4″
•Ishan Project: 193/172•
A LABOR FOR SOLACE
The pain never left her. Every time Aram closes her eyes, she can’t help but think of her brother’s sacrifice for her. But she won’t let his death be in vain. As the flowers emerge from her spine they begin stretching toward the sun. She remembers how it gives her solace knowing that a piece of him that was left is able to provide healing to so many.
A LABOR FOR SOLACE / Gouache, Color Pencil, Graphite / 3.5″ x 5.5″
•Ishan Project: 190/175•
(Cont. from DAY 188)
As our story unfolds,
the young man reaches his door.
Yet then a memory like a flower explodes
and he realizes he must grab ahold
Of this substance.
The Forecaster: Deep in the shadows stays docile
Fastened like dark textile.
His arrow tip drips poison wild.
But which choice would he take?
Unbeknownst to him his life was at stake.
A difficult decision to make.
These colors like vapors across his body quake.
The War Within him stem
from a cause now new.
The 4bearance had drawn him in.
But what would you do?
GRAB AHOLD / Acrylic, Gouache, Graphite / 8.5″ x 11″