Through Cusco

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Sympathetic Strings

Sympathetic Strings(2017) [A Beautiful Decay Series]

Acrylic & Oil on Wood 36’’ ⭕️ Diameter

A Queen Unmarked

•Ishan Project: 343/22•

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A QUEEN UNMARKED

I noticed Violet’s strange disposition tonight. Her demeanor was very aggressive. She kept insisting I repeat to her in detail last night’s post and give more of a thorough explanation about my connection to Anali’s family. I don’t answer to anyone and least of all her. I am Queen. As I laughed in her face, I watched her turn away frustrated. So naive. I think she actually thought she could win my love. I already know how to love. I just don’t trust anyone. At least anyone I can’t control.

Interestingly enough, I’ve noticed several of my Tritons missing this week. Coincidence? I think not.~Chûndra

A QUEEN UNMARKED / Collage, Gouache / 9″ x 12″

Chûndra’s Hacking

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.

https://plus.google.com/110211643243767043637/posts?partnerid=ogpy0

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Grit

•Ishan Project: 320/45•

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GRIT

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″

Scour

•Ishan Project: 301/64•

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SCOUR

The temperature in the room suddenly dropped. Anali sees these tiny impostors flying around her branches inspecting them for any petals. Their curious nature was somewhat whimsical. Their flight patterns so clumsy and hysterical even. But the threat of Violet still being active brought her back to reality.  As she turns to check on her she notices Violet’s body begins to glow brightly. Something was definitely up. She didn’t think that Preet and her could afford to find out what either. They’d have to escape for now. Violet was too powerful in this state.

SCOUR / Mixed Media / 5″ x 4″

A Hurried Mimic

  •Ishan Project: 295/70•

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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″

4 Letters

•Ishan Project: 244/121•

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4 LETTERS

Anger? This word would only describe it politely. Her rage blazed white as she leaves her chambers. She had been used to controlling matters. Now, it seemed as though this entire time she had been double crossed. This only confirmed her disbelief in that four letter word so many people spoke of. She shudders as she remembers how some had tossed it around so casually. As if it were cliche. Used like dirty rags. Touched like dead men on pale papers. Shared like poisoned candy eaten by children on pagan nights. She’d show them. Yes she’d show them all what it means to feel what she feels.

4 LETTERS / Gouache, Graphite, Color Pencil / 5.5″ x 8.5″

Story of Jess

•Ishan Project: 236/129•

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STORY OF JESS

Before the action began, her life flashes by. She would never forget the affect the fragrance had on her heart. How liberating it was! It was as if she could smell the air anew.

It was she who’d thrown the first blow. However, Jeth had recovered and ultimately won the battle. No longer enslaved by her vapor she could see things now from a fresher vantage point.

STORY OF JESS / Gouache, Acrylic, Graphite / 5.5″ x 8.5″

Designed Chemical Love

•Ishan Project: 219/146•

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DESIGNED CHEMICAL LOVE

Our bodies form a biochemical that runs through our veins and communicates with the rest of our body when we love. Chûndra can only trusts the chemicals she creates. Take for example this Triton: Kalese.

Overlooked from her youth like The Slayer, she’d been taken in by Chûndra. Chûndra became the mother she never had.  She revered Chûndra’s work. She studied and practiced her style. She amplified her disgust for the Ishan. And she implemented her control over the BFC. She loved her, but Chûndra would never (excuse me could never) completely trust independent love. There would need to be insurance. She can’t rely on another to be loyal of free will. She only trust herself and her chemical influence. Love or at least loyalty by chemical design. She poisoned the daughter she never had slowly. In return, she slows the aging process of Kalese, as she has done for herself.

For Kalese, there’s no need for a muzzle. The vapor has embedded itself in every tissue of her body, and flows freely through her bloodstream. Her loyalty is inextricably voluntary and involuntary.

But now news has reached the palace that a defector, a renegade has betrayed them. She’d find this traitor promptly and inform her mistress of her devotion. She, no doubt, will be rewarded well.

 DESIGNED CHEMICAL LOVE / Gouache, Acrylic, Color Pencil / 5.5″ x 8.5″

As Words Dripped From Her Lips

•Ishan Project: 218/147•

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AS WORDS DRIPPED FROM HER LIPS

They couldn’t stop watching her lips as she spoke, as they were hanging off every single word. The information dripped wet like paint from her mouth. She had just figured out how to escape from Chûndra and the Tritons for a brief period.

After she had been waken, she allowed Chûndra to capture her for 4bear. It seems Chûndra has been winning most of the battles recently, but now they have the ammunition needed to fight back.

AS WORDS DRIPPED FROM HER LIPS / Gouache, Acrylic, Color Pencil / 5.5″ x 8.5″

A Viscid Walk

•Ishan Project: 213/152•

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A VISCID WALK

Her tendrils drag slowly across the muddy field as she mourns her seedlings. Salty water begins to fall from her eyes and she glances at the dried blood caked onto the lids around those traps placed just days ago. These invisible thieves had taken everything she’d worked so hard for.

A slow drizzle begins. The fog from the bay crosses the peninsula. Looking down, she sees the bird’s footprints. It’s claws had dug down greedily into the soil snatching its victim from its roots. All that remain: water condensation. She hears the first raindrops fall. This marshy field, once teeming with life, is now simply a deserted tomb. The pulsation in her heart skips a beat and her pressure rises. For four generations her family had protected and grown these seeds successfully. The rain begins to pick up now leaving her tendrils soaked. From the corner of her eye she notices movement which changes her focus. A blue green flagella like substance glides across the surface of one of the cavities buried deep in the ground. And then a spark…. An idea is triggered.

A VISCID WALK / Gouache, Graphite, Acrylic, Color Pencil / 3.5″ x 5.5″

Chaen

•Ishan Project: 107/258•

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CHAEN

Chaen was going to have trouble slipping by this many guards. He’d have to use his cloaking power and imitate a Triton guard.

His body leans forward as he transforms into their dazed look.  He uses his covert ability to reach his family now trapped in this lair.

Underneath this building there’s too many twists and turns. All of the tunnels zig-zag like a maze in here.

CHAEN / Gouache, Pencil /  5.5″ x 8.5″

Awhile

•Ishan Project: 52/313•

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AWHILE

He laughs when he thinks of how he used to give her such a hard time. Anali’s father, the Judge of the Ishan people, had made a decision that caused him to lose the respect of the community. They were only kids at the time, but you know how kids are. They act off of what they hear the adults say and follow the crowd. She was too cute when she got angry, though, so even after time had passed and he didn’t really believe all the rumors, he would make fun of her just to watch her nose wrinkle up and her cheeks get flushed. Good times.

AWHILE / Gouache, Pencil / 5.5″ x 8.5″

Spring Equinox I

•Ishan Project: 43/322•

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SPRING EQUINOX I

Just like we style our hair, the Ishan like styling their branches. The difference is instead of it taking minutes to style, it takes months. It’s easier this part of the year because of the longer days in the sun.

SPRING EQUINOX I / Pencil, Marker /  5.5″ x 8.5″

Aram

•Ishan Project: 40/325•

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ARAM

She had been watching him for three days.

He would wake up about 1 p.m. and  grab a late breakfast from the nearest trash can.  After watching people walk around Central Park, he quarantines himself in an abandoned building to have lively conversations with a man named Bob and a child named Booger that are very real in his mind between the hours of 4 to 6 p.m. Then she watches him wail for his mom for another hour. After each psychotic episode, he begs at multiple locations. He has to keep moving to avoid police and other homeless men that would either try to seize his spot or seize him. He was only 11.

Aram couldn’t stand to watch him anymore. Tonight, when he goes to his usual spot to rest she’ll have to grab him there.

ARAM / Pencil, Acrylic, Chalk /  5.5″ x 8.5″

The Branch That Doesn’t Bleed

•Ishan Project: 24/341•

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THE BRANCH THAT DOESN’T BLEED

Time: 1643. Netra battles the Birdface Crew and decimates them.  Afterwards, Chûndra investigated how Netra was able to cause this type of destruction.  She finds out about the Bleeding Chair which gave Netra these restorative and magnetic powers.  She tries to replicate these by digging up the buried Ishan and chopping of their limbs. But it doesn’t work. The limbs she cuts only survive a day then die off.  Now this opportunistic huntress turns her attention to Rïden.

THE BRANCH THAT DOESN’T BLEED / Pencil, Pastel / 4″ x 6″

The Forecaster

•Ishan Project: 14/351•

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THE FORECASTER

Just before she went into the Dark Sleep, AnaLi Q recalls seeing a cloaked figure hovering above her.  As her eyes closed his eerie  grin was etched into her memory. A large hood was draped over his head so it was difficult to see his facial features.  As she describes him, I start sketching. In her description, though, he has a feather tattooed on his left cheek below his eye.  Further investigation revealed that he is associated with the Triton Queen Chûndra. They call him The Forecaster, because when he shows up, bad things are about to go down.

THE FORECASTER  / Acrylic, Ink, Markers / 5.5″ x 8.5″

4 Days Until Ishan Project Begins

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5 Days Until the Ishan Project Begins

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