Playing around with imperfections on new surfaces.
Glazing in the studio today
Working out all the budding details on this new work in progress porcelain sculpture.
•Ishan Project: 288/77•
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″
•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: 279/86•
A GAUZE FOR BLINDING
Once the haze spread rampant, a fractal pattern of the mind was disturbed. Years ago, a distinct spiral pattern of 137.5° was given the name: A Golden angle. This angle forms a compact arrangement that is extremely efficient in distribution of matter creating what people commonly refer to as a Fibonacci sequence. This sequence can be seen in a snowflake, a pattern of a shellfish, or in the circular shapes created from the petals of a flower.
This young lady was one of the first observed by Jeth who took on peculiar changes. She had been dancing by herself one night to a tune created by the rain outside when suddenly, like a gauze, a purple film began blinding her vision. It circled itself around her eyes first destroying the flowers waking effects. It then formed a vice grip around her neck, suffocating then reconditioning her to this new vapor.
Jeth had been watching in horror as her movements once again became robotic.
A GAUZE FOR BLINDING / Mixed Media / 5″ x 8″
•Ishan Project: 273/92•
A PURPLE HAZE
A purple haze surrounded the remaining dormant flowers. Netra squats down to inspect this occurrence. The putrid stench was unbelievable. She uses her magnetic touch to spark some life into the flower. Yet, instead of reviving, it only accelerates it’s deterioration.
A PURPLE HAZE / Mixed Media / 5.5″ x 4″
•Ishan Project: 272/93•
A CONTEMPTUOUS SCENT
(Cont. from DAY 271) The noise had stopped entirely now. Then Aram alerts a Guardian to inspect this incident. Details generated through electric waves have reported that the East Coast has now been affected. The holes seemed to have enlarged themselves and have spread to the plant’s root system. Aram, Netra, and Anali all watch in horror as the petals first fall. Then it seems as though it’s stamen begins to deteriorate, and we could no longer smell the fragrance. It’s sweet texture was replaced with a putrid scent.
A CONTEMPTUOUS SCENT / Mixed Media / 5.5″ x 4″
•Ishan Project: 269/96•
We end our day near the Embacaderro. We were curious to find out how the clarifying fragrance from the flowers that feed had affected those walking along the Wharf. There was a similar buzzing noise here as had been in the small town where Chûndra tested her vapor. This buzzing had stopped a few days ago, but something was too still. We all have a sinking feeling in our stomach that something terrible is on the horizon. In fact, Aram’s flowers’ glow bright red as she begins to sense the danger piercing violently through the air, but as far as we can tell, there is nothing there. We can’t waste time on paranoia. Right now we have to do as much as we can while we can. Something about this feeling is similar to an experience I had when I was eight years old.
INKLING / Mixed Media / 5.5″ x 4″