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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: 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: 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: 294/71•
(Con’t from Day 293) The factors that cause aging are still much of a mystery to science. The Ishan’s genetic code is not much different than human. Something in the Ishan’s genetic code tells it to continue with it’s normal adult function longer than the average human. Therefore, they tend to live longer. Human’s have that capacity as well. We just can’t tap into it yet.
Anali continues, “There is a cave that goes deep in the earth. There, a tree grows in a dark cave, which is pretty remarkable because it’s able to grow in the dark. It’s sap has many healing properties for the Ishan. To humans though, it tends to have a fatal nature.
“Chûndra, very depressed, got lost one day. It actually was right before she ended our friendship. She found the tree and brought the sap back home. I think she knew what the sap was and the detrimental affect it would have on her. However, she took some anyway. When we found her, she was very sick to the point of death. In fact, her heart stopped for three minutes. We used our electromagnetic powers to stimulate it to start beating again. She lived, and continues living. And I have an idea her new place is by the old eucalyptus where her mother was buried.”
In addition to locating the eucalyptus where Chûndra’s mother was buried, the impostors pictured here also became an important factor in finding her location. They had been feeding the entire day when Preet stumbled upon them.
IMPOSTOR / Mixed Media / 8″ x 8.5″
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I watched as Jess turn abruptly to Anali while she was relaying this story to say, “So you’re saying that Chûndra’s mother is from Ishandria. Does that mean Chûndra is part Ishan?”
“Not exactly.” Anali replied, “Chûndra’s Great Grandmother was related to the Ishan somehow, but I’m not sure of all the details. Chûndra was pretty much human. Except for one thing…”
POCKET / Mixed Media / 5″ x 4″
•Ishan Project: 291/74•
He’d never let her in to his private quarters. He didn’t want her to find what his secret experiments entailed. So for years, Vale remained patient. Trusting him. Allowing him privacy.
Every day she would sit and watch the world from underneath their eucalyptus tree. She decided to allow herself to be excited about his experiments and his goals. If his experiments will work it would be worth whatever time she had been waiting. Even though weeks and months would pass by when he wouldn’t leave his lab, that would be such a small time in comparison to the time they would have ahead…If—no—when his experiments worked.
Then she realized he was experimenting on himself. He was so sick. He wouldn’t let her help him. Each year that would pass, her heart would tear a little more and a little more, as she watched him destroy himself. Finally, when news had spread throughout Ishandria that her husband, without her knowledge, had been performing ‘experiments’ to create a hybrid species of bird, Vale realized that none of that obsession was really about them and their life together as a family. It was about himself. His insecurity. He had forgotten all about her. She wasn’t important to him. And he wasn’t going to change. Chûndra watched her one day as she withered from a torn septum. Her grief had been so tangible it was as though the petals from her flowers slowly collapsed themselves over her lips.
COLLAPSED PETALS / Mixed Media / 5″ 9″
•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″
•Ishan Project: 287/78•
They appoint me to serve as secretary as the 4bearance sits down as a group to discuss this serious matter.
Anali: “This is a disaster. She’s destroyed the majority of our crops. What’s not completely destroyed has been diseased by Chûndra’s infestation.”
Koyu: “Fortunately, the Sower has given us a few additional seedlings which we’ve been successful in hiding.”
Jess folds her arms across the marble table then asks, “What I don’t understand is why we can’t find out where the vapor originates.”
Aram: “But didn’t you work there spying on her palace? Why don’t you know her whereabouts, Jess?”
Jess: “This is how things work in her palace—Chûndra trust no one. Each of her drones has their own individual assignments. No one knows what each other is doing. My specific division never allowed me to get close to the vapor’s origin. Chûndra is a deception specialist. That’s why she’s been so successful in keeping her secrets secret. She doesn’t let her left hand know what her right hand is doing.”
LEFT HAND / Mixed Media / 5″ x 8″
•Ishan Project: 286/79•
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″
•Ishan Project: 284/81•
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″
•Ishan Project: 281/84•
Chûndra now sends out her Super Triton. These soldiers wore steel helmets which block the sun’s rays from their skulls which supports dark matter. This darkened environment created also prevents them from being affected while they storm quietly through towns watching over the insects that obliterate the flowers that feed.
The 4bearance lay dismal at this point. True Birds fly high and report this soldier crossing the street late in the night from an art event held in Miami.
DARK RAYS / 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: 242/123•
The mole entered the foyer to inspect what all of the commotion was about. She was stunned as she saw Jess. She rests her hand on the counter to stabilize herself as hundreds of questions run through her mind. Did Jess see her? Has she been made? Not yet. Her heart pounded in her chest as backs away from the crowd. As Jess tells her story to 4bear, she watches from a distance. The mole turns her face to hide her disgust as they begin to comfort her. Jess a double agent? For how long? How could she do this? As she transcends the balcony stairs she envisions how enraged Chûndra will be once she hears this.
CAMOUFLAGE / Gouache, Graphite / 5.5″ x 8.5″
•Ishan Project: 241/124•
She knew from experience how quickly the Sufna could take over one’s mind. So she had placed the small specimen inside of her satchel. Jess had only carried the extra flower on her person as insurance, as a reminder. She had no idea that it would draw that bird.
Aram tries to calm her as she explains what happened.
His movements were so quick, she couldn’t anticipate his next step. Due to his insatiable appetite, he was unpredictable. Driven by rage and hunger he had lashed out at her. His talon slashed wildly at the leather strap stitched around her satchel. But in his efforts to consume its insides, he had severed her left forearm. Initially, she didn’t feel the pain because of the adrenaline rush. Once the satchel fell to the ground, the bird thrust her aside to feed on its flesh. She had barely escaped with her life. Looking back, she knew she should have listened to Jeth’s advice.
CONSOLATION / Gouache, Pastel, Graphite / 5.5″ x 8.5″