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.
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.
Finishing up a few last strokes on a commission piece.
Evening 🎨-ing after #uniqueuniversity.
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
In the studio finishing up this piece while vibing to @toroymoi’s new album.
Excited this week to be prepping for a show in Santa Monica August 19, 20. @Uniquecraftfair #uniquela. I'll have new and limited release pieces available to those on the email list & visiting the show. Come by and take a closer look and feel of the jewelry along with some new work in person.
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: 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: 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: 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: 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: 338/27•
IN MEMORY OF
“She was truly like an only child. Kalese had normally been very observant. Yet, it seems she lost focus. What is this feeling I have now that she’s gone? She would’ve seen a monster approaching, which makes me think this must have been done by someone she knew. I don’t understand who could do something that horrible.
4bear is too small in their thinking to understand they aren’t the only ones who’ve experienced pain. I have endured a tremendous amount in this long life I’ve lived. With this wisdom, I have figured out a wonderful solution everyone should benefit from. This is what my Vapor is bioengineered to fix. It will eliminate all injustices done like this one, because it will destroy the will to do such things. You see, the 4bearance wants to put an end to my solution, but have they given you any other options? I’ll answer for you. No, they haven’t. Do not Resist me.”-Chûndra, Triton Queen
IN MEMORY OF / Collage, Gouache, Embroidery / 9″ x 12″
•Ishan Project: 337/28•
VEIL OF PLATITUDE
“I’ve been a victim of circumstance, and I never have gotten the chance to give my side of the story. If I don’t take over, no one will know the truth. Leah has told enough of the Ishan’s side of things. Poor misguied thing, this woman doesn’t understand what I’ve been trying to do. No one really does. I’m not angry. I’ve actually been quite amused. It’s cute. All the kicking and flailing against me when all I’m trying to do is save you all. All my research, all the hard work that I have done has been for your good. It gives one peace. Despite the lies she tells, Sufna is beneficial. It gives you peace. Don’t resist. It gives all peace.
The feeling is hypnotic. Even your pupils dilate rhythmically. I will show you all what it feels like to experience the light, light from me.”
—Chûndra, Queen of Tritons
VEIL OF PLATITUDE / Collage, Gouache, Embroidery / 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″
•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″
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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: 313/52•
A WANDERING PSYCHE
Violet shivers as the larvae cover her face. It was terribly uncomfortable at first, but now she’s used to them. In fact, they make her feel loved. Something she never really got but always craved from Chûndra. It was wonderful when their plan of attack on the remaining seedlings became successful. That was the closest she ever received any kind of acknowledgment from Chûndra. But maybe it was too successful. Chûndra tried throwing Violet away before. It took giving up every shred of dignity to prove to Chûndra that she would be loyal. And this is why she had volunteered her body. Chûndra would only tolerate her presence once she’d experimented on her successfully and linked her mind and body with the bioengineered insects. But what will Chûndra do with her now? Those who aren’t productive in her dominion, she begins to see as liabilities. And she’s not sentimental enough to keep any liabilities around her.
All of these thoughts begin bearing down on Violet’s conscience and she no longer feels whole anymore. Her psyche is no longer hers and now becomes divided. Though she had good intentions, she’s becoming a product of her worst imagination.
A WANDERING PSYCHE / 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″
•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: 303/62•
Preet had fallen so hard. The last thing she had seen was glass on the floor and this green vapor rushing into her nostrils. As the gas rushed into her nasal passages, she can feel its’ dark energy stinging her lungs. The pain was so unexpected and intense- then everything turned black.
Anali watches her breathing pattern. This wasn’t good. She can hear the buzzing beginning again in the adjacent room. She reaches into her satchel wrapped around her waist. The Impostors had flown around her branches earlier and sensed she had something in her possession. She uses one of the last flowers to awaken Preet. As soon as the molecules from the flower penetrate her lungs, she instantly rises up from the electric charge stimulated throughout her body. They then flee from the palace safely.
Once back with 4bear, they begin to realize this traumatic event had explained many of the questions they’d been asking themselves for some time now.
MELT / Mixed Media / 5″ x 5″
•Ishan Project: 302/63•
THE SCENT OF ANTIQUITY
Anali and Preet would need to sneak out before Violet realizes their presence. As they begin slowly backing out the room, Preet knocks over a glass case which breaks nosily into pieces on the marble floor. Then a dull fragrance was unleashed. Its’ scent knocks Preet on her back unconscious. This encasement contained fragments from a branch which had been tested on in this laboratory. Anali walks over to find Preet sleeping rather soundly.
Meanwhile, across the room, Violet senses some commotion happening near the entrance. She had been so focused on the dark energy she was gathering from the Hummingbird Impostors, she hadn’t noticed her visitors.
THE SCENT OF ANTIQUITY/ Mixed Media / 5″ x 4″
•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″
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Chûndra watched as the heart of her mother began to break, but she had already been infected by her father’s lust. She couldn’t understand how her mother, with so much power, could be such a weak individual. What a waste of life to be waiting for a person who is betraying you. She watched as her mom took her last breath. Chûndra then turned her back to her and the eucalyptus trees.
TURNED / Mixed Media / 5″ x 8.5″
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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″
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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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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″
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Preet stretches her branches and absorbs the solar energy generated from the Sun’s core. Temperatures in this Mediterranean climate had changed drastically. But one thing had remained the same: The 4bearance’s position in this battle had been compromised. She contorts her body once again as she considers her next movement. Then a pattern begins to form around her chest which spreads onto her limbs.
BEND / Mixed Media / 5″ x 8″
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The Sower has been watching this takeover. She well knows the losses this world has seen due to Chûndra, and that the scales would need to be changed. She can offer her assistance.
She delicately holds one of the remaining seedlings in her arms. Rïden, Netra, Aram, Anali and Koyu form a circle around her enhancing her powerful ability. This power generates a charge which electrifies her extremities causing a split in the earth’s atmosphere. She feels her body begin to divide itself gradually into two hemispheres. The world around her takes a spin, now. She then hears the waters from the Pacific start to navigate through her interiors, and she concentrates on this sound. Glimmering light from the Sun beams brightly on her garments, which then create a pattern similar to a crocheted garment.
TWO HEMISPHERES/ Mixed Media / 5″ x 8″
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Dwindling lights fade into the shadows. Etched into their minds like carvings from ice sculptures, our young lady finds herself entranced by the slow rhythm created by the beating of raindrops heard outside. In this one moment, she wouldn’t allow the distractions to overtake her. She gathered her bearings as she feels a confusion brewing in her heart. But the vapor wouldn’t overtake her like the others. She stayed focused—focused on a rhythm captured by her eardrum which anchored the inspiration she held so sacredly.
DWINDLING LIGHTS / Mixed Media / 5″ x 8″