The light was icky and the pictures turned out awful.





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
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
5 comments:
Hey...
don't blame that mess on me. :-0
Maybe you need to try the patinas on different metals to see the difference?
Love the crisscross on the chandelier crystal - just love it. And your heart milagro is wonderful.
LOVE the deep blackness of the bottommost piece. Is it difficult to keep the patina 'paint' off the jewels and non-metal materials or does it just go for the metal like a regular chemical patina? Coincidentally, I just ordered some Novocan black solder patina with an amazon card I got for christmas to use with a solder iron I haven't used yet. I've never soldered outside of a fully equipped art department, so I've no idea what to expect...
Ooh, I love how the checkerboardy piece came out! Belated Merry Christmas.
Sounds like you are keeping my hours now. I have been doing a little better and going to bed around 2-3 am. But, it is easy to slip and not go to bed till 4,5 or 6am. Great stuffs ya makin' there :)
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