Taking a break from the studio today. Bringing my #workinprogress to the coffee shop.
In the studio today experimenting with colored porcelain on some new sculptural pieces.
A Slaughter for Greed (Stolen Branches that Bleed)✨ii✨
Harvest “ii” Mixed media + Digital
‘Liquid Dreams’ More parts of a painting.
New work in progress ‘Liquid Dreams’ #abeautifuldecayseries
Excited to have new prints available next week for #uniqueLA. All those on the email list will get first dibs. Come by and see them in person Dec 2 & 3.
Mural complete for now. Sympathetic Strings II
Finishing up a few last strokes on a commission piece.
Feeling inspired while walking Peru tonight
Sympathetic Strings(2017) [A Beautiful Decay Series]
Acrylic & Oil on Wood 36’’ ⭕️ Diameter
Sympathetic Strings(2017) [A Beautiful Decay Series]
Acrylic & Oil on Wood 36’’ ⭕️ Diameter
Putting the finishing touches on a few new porcelain hands for the @uniquemarkets #uniquela show next week. Come through and check out many of these pieces and several other designers, crafters, djs', and makers at:
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Santa Monica, CA 90405
United States on the 19th, 20th. Tickets are only $15. Everyone who signs up for our newsletter will also be randomly selected for a free pass to get in. Can't wait to see you in person! 🎶@littledragonflicks 📷 @vlc_photo 💄💇🏼 @silversunmakeup ⛓⚒👾 @leahsmithsonart
Just read an amazing article that mentioned how color can affect your productivity by Talor Casti @thecoppergirl on @mashable. Even if you may have a favorite color, the effect of being around certain colors are universal. I’m putting together an experiment to try this week with my peeps on my email list. Come try it with us. It’s easy and fun. Sign up for the email list at leahsmithson.com (the link is in the profile)
Posted a quick sketch of this awhile ago. Finally able to put some paint down.
Just finished an interview with Patrick McCarty on Insight Radio. I’d love to hear your thoughts.
•Ishan Project: 361/4•
She stands proudly. It was all a front, though. We can see the terror in her eyes. Finally, the realization of what was happening must have started to click for her. Her counterfeit smile couldn’t mask the disappointment she felt. The world she spent centuries building was crumbling before her, but we are not fooled. Chûndra is not one to give up so easily. Right now she needs us. For some reason, she can’t handle Violet on her own. Violet is a person she recreated and gave power to. For Violet to turn on Chûndra, ripping away all of her power and taking away her throne, all of this has to be horribly embarrassing for Chûndra. Her hatred for Violet is much stronger than her hatred of 4bear. She needs us, so she’s using us. She takes us for granted, though. She won’t expect that we will be using her as well.
Defeated, she laughs and tells us, “You will never be able to stop her. Her symbiotic relationship with those insects has grown too strong. Her tiny ‘Impostors’, as you call them, are too powerful and cannot be stopped by anyone but her. ” And thus we realized what we needed to do to take down Violet and the Impostors.
THE CONSTANT / Mixed Media / 4″ x 5″
•Ishan Project: 360/5•
When the glass burst, Chûndra sustained only minor injuries: a concussion, glass shrapnel abrasions and minor bruises were the only physical damages noticed. True Birds carried her back to our lair. After a violent tantrum, 4bear managed to sustain her inside of four walls covered by tarp derived from the N-oid tincture. Her energies began to wain a bit. Yet, her powers were restoring, thanks to her crown.
She rolled the magnetic energy between her fingers, harnessing the power in her tiny cell. A smirk moved across her face she caught sight of Aram. Aram glared back at her, remembering the torture Chûndra put her and her family through. And all because of Chûndra’s greed for power. As Anali walks in the room, she notices their exchange. “Take her crown Aram,” Anali says, “After all, she stole it from you anyway, and we can’t afford for her to break free. The less power she has at this point, the better.”
“It would be my pleasure,” Aram replies warmly.
She enters the cell and instantly a sharp burst of negative energy strikes Aram in the chest. Chûndra begins to rise, but Aram is prepared. Her flowers pulsate rhythmically and the kinetic energy from Chûndra’s blast is reversed upon contact with Aram’s body. When the impact strikes, Chûndra’s body falls suddenly. Unaffected by this minor altercation, Aram reaches down and snatches the crown away from her. Then, she carefully steps over Chûndra’s body towards the exit.
She couldn’t help but look back at the cell’s glass fixture to find Chûndra glaring at her. Aram innocently smiles back at her. Even though we have secured Chûndra, the 4bearance and the rest of the world still has a major problem, in the shade of Violet, which needs to be resolved.
ARC / Mixed Media / 5″ x 8″
•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″
•Ishan Project: 356/9•
The night’s moon sprinkles light onto the marble floors tonight. One of the Guardians hear a familiar voice over commotion in the distance, so he decides to inspect it further. As he cautiously inches forward, he hears a clamored scratching and an eerie sound ahead.
As he turns the corner, he’s almost thrown backwards. For in front of him was the back of one of the largest birds he’d ever seen in person. This species had stood at an insurmountable nine feet. What was even more shocking was that Olam Ra had been speaking with him almost in a consolable fashion. This conversation proved odd. Even though he felt danger in the air, he knew he and everyone here were safe. As he stepped inside of the room the Bird’s neck turned a complete 180º. After it made eye contact with him, it hastily turned it’s attention back to Olam Ra.
SPECKLED SHADOW / Mixed Media / 5″ x 4″
•Ishan Project: 353/12•
Jess’ courage never failed despite her infirmities. Her efforts led us to the fourth and final Element.
We had scanned the petals from Chaen’s heart and noticed they pulsated rapidly once the Guardians and I brushed our skin against them. It was quiet interesting seeing their pulsations glow in the dark light cast by the moon’s shadow. But this experience would not have been possible without The 4th.
I felt a slight tremor in the air as we all realized it was all because of the Observers who have helped us propagate this seed. Yes, YOU. You’ve been reading this project’s story. With open minds you’ve come to understand our invisible enemy. You’ve supported us in this public awareness. And you’ve had a strong impact on weakening its influence by exposing it, every time you‘ve mentioned or shared this project with others. In a partnership, we’ve been able to actively fight Chûndra’s influence. So yes, the fourth element was, is you: The Audience aka The Observers. This would serve as the final Element which could overthrow Chûndra’s agenda.
Through an analysis we will determine how all these pieces will fit together to form our cure.
THE 4TH / Mixed Media / 5″ x 4″
•Ishan Project: 352/13•
The Third Element was composed from Chaen’s Heart. The soft petals mixed wonderfully with the gouache paint but was also able to create a stimulating ripple in Chûndra’s plans throughout the year. But once they combined with the three other core elements it would cause a catalyst which would stimulate the masses.
Although these positive effects happened, Netra couldn’t help but turn her back away from them. The water began to drip down her face and stained the scarf strapped around her torso. Memories from several years began flooding her memory. She struggled to control her emotions now realizing how close they’d become to the catalyst which would rip apart the Vapor’s influence.
GO / Mixed Media / 5″ x 4″
•Ishan Project: 349/16•
Violet’s insatiable appetite to please Chûndra caused her to become a monster she always feared. Aggressive, vicious, and instinctive: Her psyche was unstable now. She tracks Chûndra’s movements as she sticks to the shadows. She’d been following Chûndra’s activity for some time now. She now senses her Crown’s power wain.
“Now would be an excellent time to intervene,” Violet reasons.
TRACKING SHADOWS / Mixed Media / 5″ x 4″
•Ishan Project: 346/19•
PURSUIT OF A RENEGADE
I have to apologize for Chûndra’s interference this past week. Somehow she managed to hack into various accounts through negative magnetic waves. Thanks so much for your patience.
Take what she’s said with a grain of salt, however. Chûndra enjoys mixing truth with fallacy. Regardless of what she says, she didn’t allow us to commandeer our station back. The 4bearance and I captured it back with some struggle. One thing though which came to our attention did have a strong tie with the truth. Olam Ra has confessed to her being one of his descendants. We are still working out the details of how this has happened and why he decided to keep this information quiet.
Another portion of Chûndra’s deceit was how she downplayed Violet’s odd behavior. It seems as though things are a lot worse than what we realized. Her impostors have matured, and have somehow become responsible for the slaughter of a number of innocent civilians. Aram has been looking into finding a way to track her and the Impostor’s movements. We’re not sure of what her end game is, but we’ll keep you posted.
PURSUIT OF A RENEGADE / Mixed Media / 5″ x 4″
•Ishan Project: 342/23•
THINGS THAT SPARKLE
Where was I? Oh, right. Yes, so just in case you didn’t understand my post yesterday, I am saying Anali’s father is also my father. Now you see why I am saying that everything that girl has is actually mine. You also see why it is important for me to figure out how to get magneto-sensor powers from the Ishan. Those powers are wasted on them. My mother was half Ishan. My father is completely Ishan. That power is my birthright, and I know what to do with it.
All the pain and suffering of the ones I experimented on will not go to waste, including Aram. In fact, they should be honored to have been sacrificed for the sake of my plan, because it will lead to a better world. In the meantime, if I can’t have the power, I will control those that do. Thanks to Koyu and Rïden for waking the Ishan for me. I needed them awake.You see, I can appreciate others and admit my mistakes. But remember, I will not be denied power over them. ~ Chûndra
THINGS THAT SPARKLE / Collage, Gouache / 9″ x 12″
•Ishan Project: 335/30•
Chûndra walks into her palace after an inspection of the damage The 4bearance had caused to her lab. Losing Anali’s parents…was it infuriating or terrifying her? Maybe both. There was no way of knowing how much of her secrets they were able to pick up in their coma-like state. Besides, she had to figure out how 4bear was able to weaken her Crown’s powers.
She begins to sense a disturbance in the palace. Suddenly, she smells something putrid in her dining area. The stench became stronger and more bitter as she turned the corner. As her eyes met the source of the smell, she fell to the ground. This was something she wasn’t prepared for. A deformed and mangled body had been placed at the bottom of the dining room’s stairway. She gets closer, then reels back as she realizes that these had been the garments of the woman who was like a daughter to her, her apprentice Kalese. The flies had already began buzzing quite nosily now. Chûndra’s body began to tense up as her shock dissolved into curiosity. She knew this couldn’t have been the work of the 4bearance. They didn’t have it in them to do something so vicious. The scene which lain before her was evidence of someone who’d taken their time. But who’d dare do something so horrible?
DELIQUESCE / Mixed Media / 5″ x 8″
•Ishan Project: 333/32•
YOUNG ANALI TRANSFIXED
(Con’t from Day 332) My heart beats quickly as he continues telling us the events that caused the Dark Sleep. His wife and daughter, Anali, were the last Chûndra poisoned. He noticed her wait awhile as she glared down at Anali, now that she’d been paralyzed. Then Chûndra turned her gaze toward him and grinned, knowing his mind was still capable of understanding what was happening. He remembers now how rough the smell of her leather sole had been as it smashed against his left cheek. His vision had already grown dark as she uttered the last few words that echoed in his mind for several centuries: “Struggling will only cause you more pain. Give in. Your power is already in my hands,” she said in monotone. And everything turned black. As calculated as she was, she missed something crucial…
YOUNG ANALI FROZEN / Mixed Media / 5″ x 4″
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Ishan Project: 326/39•
They creep into her fortress, but not too carefully. This time they want to be seen. They make their way into the atrium and instantly Anali’s eyes meet her mother’s once again. Anali’s parents were enclosed in a glass crypt. All of the memories of what she believed to be their death, begin flooding into her head.
Though her mother’s face remains expressionless, her eyes tell everything. Anali feels her concern. There was no time for lingering in that moment. In the distance, she hears the sirens. Chûndra and her army come storming in and the arrows start flying.
Netra snatches the N-oid ball in time. As she directs her breath around its’ curves, it dissolves into a powdery substance drifting into the air. They watch as it first begins to float. Then the powder begins to adhere to the surfaces around them. The glass entrapment was the first item they heard shatter. Chûndra feels the electric discharge in the atmosphere and starts to retreat, but not fast enough…
FOCAL POINT / Mixed Media / 5″ x 4″
•Ishan Project: 324/41•
“As you know, Chûndra’s crown gives her a certain amount of power,” Anali continues. “She has come to rely on it quite a bit. If there is a way to alter magnetism the way the geomagnetic storms alter the earth’s magnetism, this could give us an edge. It would weaken Chûndra so that we could overtake her.”
CONSUME AWAKE / Mixed Media / 5″ x 8″
•Ishan Project: 323/42•
“So what you’re saying,” I asked, “is that the Ishan had been wakened by the magnetism from the earth’s atmosphere?”
“Right,”she answers.”Yet, we also selected several humans to join the 4bearance. These individuals had come from a variety of backgrounds ranging from common farmers, powerful poets and artists. A few came from wealthy backgrounds as well.
Waking the Ishan was a gradual process however. So, across the planet, we collectively laid the rare and precious salt deep down in the earth. The Guardians protected these minerals until the next solar flare in 1988.”
WATCHFUL GUARDIANS / Mixed Media / 5″ x 4″
•Ishan Project: 322/43•
(Cont. from DAY 320) Anali continues, “I told you that both the dark sleep and the awakening had been marked by two storms. The storms I referred to were not the product of rain or thunder. These storms were created by solar flares.”
“What do you mean by ‘solar’?,” I ask.
“Solar flares create geomagnetic storms.” She continues. “During these storms, the earth’s magnetic field is disrupted. During this event, the same high-energy particles that make the Aurora Borealis most brilliant are the same particles that disrupt the magnetic field that dance through our limbs. As Ishan, our bodies are extremely sensitive to this change. We suspect that this was critical to us going into the Dark Sleep. So Koyu figured that this was also critical to us waking up.
BRILLIANT PARTICLES / Mixed Media / 5″ x 8″
•Ishan Project: 320/45•
Koyu was the first victim to fall prey to her new hybrid formula. We had been in the laboratory working when he started repeating himself over and over. We figured some of the nano tech must have bypassed the vents and seeped into the cracks of this room. And then he started transforming. I could see his limbs shake hard, then tremble. His eyes turned a purple, violet color. While we all stood stunned, Anali reacted quickly. She snatched the scarf from my hand and wrapped it snugly around his neck. I was afraid to see his response, because the paint hadn’t quite been allowed to dry.
We watch solemnly as his convulsions begin to slow down, and his focus returns. He rolls over and stands up. Embarrassed, he grits his teeth, now that he had regained consciousness. He couldn’t believe that after all of these years of dodging, he almost succumbed to one of Chûndra’s devices.
GRIT / Mixed Media / 5″ x 8″
•Ishan Project: 319/46•
I opened the package today. Its’ content glowed bright inside. As I dragged my fingers across its petals, I could instantly feel their energy flow. I personally felt honored that The 4bearance would choose me for a task so important and intricate.
These flowers had already been dried. First, I would need to pulverize them into a fine flour. This would make them easier to be mixed with the paint. As the brushes form shapes across the fibers, a thin pattern is formed. The paint begins to dry but I could feel the tincture enter into my nasal passages. Instantly, memories from my youth begin flooding my mind once again.
FLOODING PASSAGES / 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: 316/49•
Jess and The Slayer arrived early tonight in this small town. They had been commissioned by 4bear to bring Jeth back. Time had not been on our side. The Vapor had spread so quickly and it was quite evident that mankind’s memory is slowly dwindling.
To devise a strategy against the Vapor, it was necessary to regroup.
The Slayer looks in the distance and sights Jeth leaning against a pole, beaten. It seemed as if he had just come from some battle and had been fighting the chemicals in the air around him with his mask. She also notices that his pocket square no longer contained the tincture or cure he normally carried with him at all times. Then slowly, the glass around his left eye case begins to cracks. His hand reaches the mask as it begins to shatter and glass chips fly high.
BENDING GLASS / Mixed Media / 5″ x 4″
•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: 304/61•
A PARADIGM SIFTING
For weeks now they’d been studying her movements. The 4bearance watches this young woman as she plays her stereo. She displayed creative prowess with her fingers and her viewpoint had been so open. She would’ve been an exceptional candidate to join their team; more than worthy.
But regrettably, there wasn’t much that could be done for her at this point. The Bird Face Crew had already surrounded her modest home. 4bear watches in disgust as she succumbs to the affects of Chûndra’s vapor. She first shudders as it enters into her cerebellum. Then it’s absorbed throughout her body’s central nervous system.
Despite a new year beginning tomorrow, the right part of her brain, and her free will sifted into this dormant state.
A PARADIGM SIFTING / Mixed Media / 5″ x 8″
•Ishan Project: 299/66•
A QUIET INTERLOCK
They begin trailing the Impostors, but Anali still was pained at the heart from seeing her parents. Before she turned this corner she turned back to take one last look. But as she sees them, she notices her mother no longer is slack jawed. Her mouth is now closed and focused. Despite her burns and agony it seems that she now is able to gather her energy to lock eye contact with her seed. Anali starts to feel the connection they once shared. It was as though her mom was infusing energy into her central nervous system.
A QUIET INTERLOCK / Mixed Media / 5″ x 4″
•Ishan Project: 298/67•
A PENETRATING SILENCE
Preet had been wondering what had taken Anali so long to return. She traces her pulse up the stairway and sees her in the hallway laying down staring at an adjacent wall incased in glass. As she gets near, she notices Anali shaking from shock. Once she turns, what she sees is unbelievable… Right before her eyes, Anali’s parents are trapped in this device. Their mouths hang low from being fossilized and neglected after so many years. Her mother had retained her beauty but her hair had been burnt badly from some trauma. She tries to strengthen Anali upright but she breaks away. Anali begins to form an unstable electric charge which would blast away this glass encasement. “Stop!” Preet yells. “We don’t know how long they’ve been trapped here and what affect this could have on their bodies. And the sound from the shattering glass will awaken the guards! We’ll need to wait Anali, we now know their location. Don’t worry, we’ll return with the rest of 4bear.”
“Watching them suffer hurts too much!”, Anali says.
Preet responds, “I know, but we don’t need to allow our emotions to get the better of us. Too much is at stake now. Not only the Ishan but mankind’s fate as well.”
At that moment they watch a herd of the Impostors’ fly pass them. Their buzzing noise resonated the air as they bounce drunkenly into the nearby walls.
“They’re flying to their hideout. We can’t waste any more time!”, Preet whispers loudly. She tilts her head to the side as she watches Anali force her body away from the sight that lain before them. She knows it will require more than just her courage to keep her mind focused on the task that now lay ahead.
A PENETRATING SILENCE/ Mixed Media / 9″ x 12″
•Ishan Project: 297/68•
A GLIMMER IN HER PERIPHERAL
They watched the drones exit the doors then Anali slid through an adjacent window. Once she crawls through the tight space, she notices a natural light cast a mysterious reflection on a wall nearby. She was amazed that despite the large amount of natural light coming in through the windows, the palace still remained very dark. She still would need to use caution so as not to be seen tracking through Chûndra’s new lair. Although her guards weren’t as plentiful as her last palace, they were definitely armed and trained for combat.
As she slowly climbs the staircase she first notices a familiar branch which had grown alongside the wall. She then searches for where it had originated. Something about the texture of this wood seemed so familiar to her. But it was as though there were two trees intertwined that had been growing. In the hallway, she sees a glass case. Once she laid her eyes on the source, the impact of what she saw knocked her to the ground.
A GLIMMER IN HER PERIPHERAL / Mixed Media / 5″ x 4″
•Ishan Project: 296/69•
A HABITAT MADE FOR HIDING
After finding the old eucalyptus where Chûndra’s mother was buried, we expected to find her hideout. Nothing. So, 4bear devised a scheme to gather a few of The Flowers that Feed to bait the creatures she created to mimic our True Birds, so that they will lead us right to her. As we watch them flutter around the few petals, their tiny tongues begin licking the nectar from the flower’s base. Once their appetites were satisfied, they slowly drift away into the shadows. We began following them from a safe distance. These moths fly haphazardly into surrounding objects in a drunken style inebriated by the nectar.
As they dive deeper into the cave’s empty darkness, their wings echo against its’ walls creating a soft buzzing noise. Rïden had been the closest to them, but he underestimated how slick the cave’s floor had been. He slipped and broke one of his left branches. Once he gathered his bearings, his gaze drifts in front of him to a dim light. “Is that a window straight ahead?” he asks us.
A HABITAT MADE FOR HIDING / Mixed Media / 9″ x 12″
•Ishan Project: 290/75•
A PORTRAIT OF HER FATHER CLOAKED IN RED
He had thought the world of her. In their favorite spot, under the eucalyptus trees, he’d tell her of his love for her. But his insecurities made him feel as though he was never good enough. Over time, he’d allowed his obsessions to get the best of him. She had come from a measure of refinement in Ishandria. This didn’t matter to Vale though. She had fallen in love with his creativity and ingenuity.
This wasn’t enough for him. Chûndra’s father spent years studying, dissecting, and calculating a cure which would allow him to age like his beloved — gracefully. Yet, his experiments turned him mad. She tried to reason with him. She’d been in love with him — his inner self. Not his outer flesh which eventually wrinkled.
But in his constant experiments his greater concern became more outstandingly apparent. What he truly sought was not only longevity, but power. He was fed up with the way the way common folk would look at him. He desired the superiority that should be given only to those who rightfully deserved it. He taught this to his only child. As the years progressed he’d feed on her desire for prominence. Her thirst for what belonged to her.
A PORTRAIT OF HER FATHER CLOAKED IN RED / Mixed Media / 5″ x 4″