Acrylic paint and ink on paper. 17×14”
Inspired by a dream, this piece portrays two mysterious and somewhat supernatural women encountering each other in old ruins. The location itself is in orbit around the planet Neptune, which can be observed looming beyond the waterfalls.
The dream went like this:
The night was quiet, with only the rustle of leaves and the soft chirping of frogs to be heard. The starry sky glittered, with the planet Neptune looming large and solemn.
Below, the ruins of what was once a great building lay in disarray. Disintegrating machine parts and crumbling walls were scattered haphazardly. At the edge of the ruins stood a woman, her long, dark robe fluttering in the gentle breeze. Her hair was tied back into a chiffon, and two bejeweled threads hung from the temples of her headband. She gazed down at the pond in the center of the ruins, her expression inscrutable. For a long moment, she stood there in silence, taking in the scene before her.
Below the lily pads, the naiad stirred and waked.
The robed woman vanished, and rematerialized in the middle of the ruins. She watched as the creature of the pond rose, floating upwards until her torso broke the surface of the water. Her hair was like spun silver, and her eyes were like crystal. The naiad’s white dress emanated the faintest glow.
The naiad looked up at the woman in the robe, surprise evident on her delicate features. "My lady," she said, her voice soft and musical.
The woman spoke, her voice carrying across the stillness of the night:
“We must flee this place.”
“But my lady,” said the naiad. “What will become of the monument I was left here to guard?”
The robed woman lifted her head and gazed at Neptune. She turned back to the naiad, and said, “Naiad, you have served this monument well. The Upholder is pleased, but time is slipping. This sprawling world will fall through the atmosphere of the planet above. Observe: Neptune looms closer. The edifice crumbles as we speak. The goblin mold already grows in this once sacred place; the air is filled with a sinister inclination.”
The naiad bowed her head and closed her eyes. “The goblin mold grows, and I have only slept.”
“Don’t despair,” said the woman. “Though you were at rest, your presence withheld its advance for many centuries. The darkness again advances; the cycle begins anew.”
“Where are we to go?”
“We will seek refuge in the realms beyond. Come, the Upholder of All Things has prepared lodgings for us. We must go.”
The two vanished without a sound.
Acrylic paint and ink on paper. 17×14”
Inspired by a dream, this piece portrays two mysterious and somewhat supernatural women encountering each other in old ruins. The location itself is in orbit around the planet Neptune, which can be observed looming beyond the waterfalls.
The dream went like this:
The night was quiet, with only the rustle of leaves and the soft chirping of frogs to be heard. The starry sky glittered, with the planet Neptune looming large and solemn.
Below, the ruins of what was once a great building lay in disarray. Disintegrating machine parts and crumbling walls were scattered haphazardly. At the edge of the ruins stood a woman, her long, dark robe fluttering in the gentle breeze. Her hair was tied back into a chiffon, and two bejeweled threads hung from the temples of her headband. She gazed down at the pond in the center of the ruins, her expression inscrutable. For a long moment, she stood there in silence, taking in the scene before her.
Below the lily pads, the naiad stirred and waked.
The robed woman vanished, and rematerialized in the middle of the ruins. She watched as the creature of the pond rose, floating upwards until her torso broke the surface of the water. Her hair was like spun silver, and her eyes were like crystal. The naiad’s white dress emanated the faintest glow.
The naiad looked up at the woman in the robe, surprise evident on her delicate features. "My lady," she said, her voice soft and musical.
The woman spoke, her voice carrying across the stillness of the night:
“We must flee this place.”
“But my lady,” said the naiad. “What will become of the monument I was left here to guard?”
The robed woman lifted her head and gazed at Neptune. She turned back to the naiad, and said, “Naiad, you have served this monument well. The Upholder is pleased, but time is slipping. This sprawling world will fall through the atmosphere of the planet above. Observe: Neptune looms closer. The edifice crumbles as we speak. The goblin mold already grows in this once sacred place; the air is filled with a sinister inclination.”
The naiad bowed her head and closed her eyes. “The goblin mold grows, and I have only slept.”
“Don’t despair,” said the woman. “Though you were at rest, your presence withheld its advance for many centuries. The darkness again advances; the cycle begins anew.”
“Where are we to go?”
“We will seek refuge in the realms beyond. Come, the Upholder of All Things has prepared lodgings for us. We must go.”
The two vanished without a sound.
