Which I just learned are those spots of light that show up in un-focused areas on pictures. Damn!
<-- This is a real landscape through tilt-shift maker!A man ambushed a stone. Caught it.
Made it a prisoner.
Put it in a dark room and stood guard over it for the rest of his life.
His mother asked why.
He said, because it's held captive, because it is captured.
Look, the stone is asleep, she said, it does not know whether it's in a garden or not. Eternity and the stone
are mother and daughter; it is you who are getting old. The stone is only sleeping.
But I caught it, mother, it is mine by conquest, he said.
A stone is nobody's, not even its own. It is you who are conquered; you are minding the prisoner, which is yourself,
because you are afraid to go out, she said.
Yes yes, I am afraid, because you have never loved me, he said.
Which is true, because you have always been to me as the stone is to you, she said.
Russell Edson
Mother of Light, and the Gods! Mother of Music, awake!
Silence and speech are at odds; Heaven and Hell are at stake.
By the Rose and the Cross I conjure;
I constrain by the Snake and the Sword;
I am he that is sworn to endure -Bring us the word of the Lord!
from The Interpreter by Aleister Crowley
Which I just learned are those spots of light that show up in un-focused areas on pictures. Damn!
<-- This is a real landscape through tilt-shift maker!
Innavigable Soul.
If the World Goes On.
Nautilus.
Darling Desperate Daughter.
The Abode of Ineffable Things.


So I just used them as fodder for my photoshop practice.
Plus, I think there's solder dust in the wood grains in these two. There's all these little flecks on the pictures. I went and blurred them out one by one, but that doesn't look quite right either. Sometimes I think it's dishonest when I do that.
These, by the way, are antique glass buttons with broken shafts. And the little ones in the corners were a pain.
I got me some bottles of black patina from Sculpt Nouveau, which Spirited Earth recommended. I wasn't sure which type to get, cuz there were so many types, so I got a 'Universal Patina' and a 'Dye Oxide' and the company was kind enough to throw in a free bottle of 'Patina Stain'! And I swear they are all 3 the exact same thing!
Also, I thought patina would be similar to Novacan, and I was so totally wrong. It's more like stinky gritty paint that actually sticks to metal, any kind. Or anything else anywhere nearby. And I got the sealant all over everything, what a mess. Not as easy as I brashly assumed. I'm very overconfident when it comes to these things. (But then things other folks see no problem with- making appointments for things, car ownership, anything to do with money, befriending my cellphone, children- make my stomach clench. So I'll just let myself be overconfident with little things.) More educational fiddling and mucking about in my immediate future.
And why my home is coated in solder-dust grains. But really, the torch was making a sputtering sound and would only function in 2 modes: flame thrower and off.
So, I had to use so much solder for what I needed that it caused a lot of iron grunge, so I had to rub it on my sal amoniac, which creates tons of horrible chemical smoke.
But I was too focused to stop, so I ended up w/that exhausted feeling you get after spending all day freezing w/your muscles clenched against it.
You can towel it off here, that works too. But I like to try to get it as oxidized as possible, so I tend to leave it on.
Thing is with the messy solder situation I ended up with an unusual amount of crevices. I fiddled with it some more and I think it's good now.| Ricardo André Frantz |
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| Medieval Christmas Feast |
Gotta go to Ace Hardware to get a can of butane. First time out of the house in days. It's cold out!
Hell, it's cold in. I had to open the window to vent the solder fumes. This is why it's bad to solder in winter.
I wait for thee, my soul distraught
With aching for some nameless naught
In its most arcane crypt-
Am I not fit to endure thee?
...
Thou whose mouth is a flame
With its seven-edged sword proceeding,
Come! I am writhing with despair
Like a snake taken in a snare,
Moaning thy mystical name
Till my tongue is torn and bleeding!
Have I not gilded my nails
And painted my lips with vermillion?
Yea! thou art I; the deed awakes,
Thy lightening strikes; thy thunder breaks
Wild as the bride that wails
In the bridegroom's plumed pavillion!
from Ave Adonai by Aleister Crowley