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Site 12: Kalopsian Abyss

Illustration depicting the ZRS-5 tethered within the cavern at Site 12.

The second illustration related to the FORTUNE BLACK IDOL expedition’s discoveries at Site 12 (abbreviated record). The image is labeled ‘Kalopsian Abyss’ and depicts the interior of a vast cavern from a perspective high on one wall. A complex structure is suspended in the approximate center of the cavern. The expedition airship is tethered near the middle of the construct and provides a convenient measure of the construct’s immense scale.

There is enough evidence present in this image to tentatively classify the central construct a ‘gated key’ device as defined in TABLET RUBY DOOR. Given the scale of the artifact—and our conjectures regarding the origin and purpose of the other anomalies identified during FORTUNE BLACK IDOL —we strongly recommend the immediate quarantine (or demolition) of this construct.

Site 12: The Vacant Preception

A view into the cavern of 'The Vacant Preception'. Ancient structures and curious light are visible within the cavern.

This is the first of two illustrations documenting the FORTUNE BLACK IDOL expedition’s discovery of Site 12. The first illustration is labelled ‘The Vacant Preception’ and appears to concern the interior of a cavern. The walls of the cavern are lined with structures. The design of the structures appears to be similar to those depicted in illustrations of other sites—most notably Sites 1, 2, and 16.

The airship of the expedition is not visible in the illustration. Given this, our historians believe this work was based on the view from the observation platform at the bow of the airship on its approach to the anomaly.

The Last Guardian

The Last Guardian is an upcoming video game created by Team Ico — an enigmatic crew of artist engineers responsible for Shadow of the Colossus and Ico.

If you’re at all familiar with the latter works, you’ll have heard they aren’t games in the traditional sense at all. The label simply can’t encompass what they encompass: the cryptic landscape of the player’s subconscious, the thundering engines of myth, and a thin, frail hope.

The following video is a trailer for The Last Guardian. It’s short, but already the form of the work is visible.

Does it have big, goofy ears? Give it a head rub.

The Space Within A House

A painting depicting the morning light and color within the artist's kitchen.

Take a moment. Take a look around. Look at the organization and structure and color of the spaces you occupy. Observe the way that vessel is filled by light. Today is the birthday anniversary of the greatest architect in the last 500 years.

“Space is the breath of art.” – Frank Lloyd Wright

(Hat tip to Dornick for the reminder.)

This Mortal Coil – Song To The Siren

The Cat’s Weight Of Cookies*

A lone cardinal sits on a branch beneath a waxing moon.

A Cookie Monster Cookie Jar.

The gendarme cat lazes in the shade on a driveway, watching trees for bird activity.

Just got into Singularity Sky by Charles Stross. I love the style of his work — the subtle humor, the plotting, the legal entanglements of super-intelligences. Cutting edge work. Cutting things up generally.

Should get back to posting daily sketches — and maybe a new painting — within the next week. With that, allow me to usher you toward the myriad delights to be found at Street Photography In Paris.

Go on. See what you’ve been missing.

* Please reference tweet #788432399 for a further explanation of the post title. Patent pending.

** Intolerable Threat To Peace would be a good name for a battleship, don’t you think? Very modisch, very Iain M. Banks.

Dreams But No Sleep

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The Dark Mouth Of The Earth

A human figure stands at the mouth of a dark tunnel.

Posting today under the influence of rather severe and demoralizing allergies.

I can’t explain why, but such moments strongly lend themselves to the confabulation of distinct, evocative images. When I’m sick or depleted, this one always comes to the fore: a figure standing at the entrance to a dark tunnel. It speaks of mortality, a search for sanctuary, the influence of unseen rivers, of tunnels and passages into darkness.

This image originally came to me as I descended into the grasp of a terrible flu last February. At the time, I was reading Haruki Murakami’s The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle. (It is a terrifying book. Murakami — and his English translators — possess a gift for exactly relaying the more frightening vistas dormant within the human subconscious.)

In any case, there is a passage in the book in which a character describes a memory from her childhood. In the memory, she is playing with some other children beside a stream near a field. It has just rained. The stream is swollen with the rain. The other children are pulling her along in a small boat when they somehow lose their grasp. In a moment, she is swept away from them toward the mouth of a culvert. An entrance into the underworld, a mouth into the earth, a portal to the unknown.

(Apologies for these undeveloped thoughts — I’m not completely up to par right now. What imagery — if any — do you associate with your varied states of being?)