Every Leaf Speaks Bliss To Me

A few more mothwingy pieces from a backlog of mothwingy pieces in my files. I'm delighted to be able to say that 2022 has been my most productive year so far, and that collaboration has been a lovely experience. (I mean, since when have I ever really had a backlog of artwork to post before?) I've always been a loner who worked in solitude, so breaking out of that into something new has made me see things in a different light. For all of this, I am very grateful. Here's hoping to turn over more new leaves in 2023. 

Psykick Ohio/Spiral of Fate

The past and the pending, watchful trees, murmurs from beyond the veil. Synchronicities on late autumn nights, a cold grue that I will speak about one day, but not now, not yet. 

I'm back in Texas now but feel the lines of the map drawing me out and away. I see their shimmer at the horizon. It's been a long and patient wait, but finally, times are changing. 

They Must Have Known You Were Coming

Everything that rises must converge. 

The Remnants and Revenants of the Great Black Swamp

"Here, she will be trapped in her own illusion, because everything in the woods is exactly as it seems."

Angela Carter ~ the Erl-King

Haunting the remnants of the Great Black Swamp with my collaborator and compatriot, Mere Pseud. 

What I Did On My Eerie Vacation

This year I spent Halloween further afield, seeking signs and wonders in the mysterious Midwest. Despite being a weakling who can't travel more than a few blocks without becoming deathly ill, and having to wheeze my pitiful way around the buckeye state, I was not disappointed.

(Fair warning, the next few posts will be devoted to posting vacation pics, but they are eerie ones, at least.)

Dreaming in the real

Our first order of business for October will be fudging just a wee bit by posting this video snippet from the very end of September, as I watched the butterflies migrate down union street in the late afternoon.

The next order of business is to virtually drift through other lands with faraway friends, putting my own spin on dreaming in the real.  

Haunted Echoes/ Secret of the light, by the Mothwing Collective

Unheard music, Mothwing style

Bright pause at the monastery gates, inspired by seeing my compatriot's Zettelkasten entry on my metaphysical maunderings regarding my time living near a Poor Clare Monastery

If you are looking for a sign, here it is. 

When Venus whispers into the ear of the sun.

The lovely thing about art is that it can be like dreaming out loud. 

λ = c⁄f ≈ 30 km

Maximum spectral energy. A time of rapid change. When things are too complicated to write, you must move on or be trapped in your unfinished words forever. Or you can let your pictures do the talking.

Grace

Her alibi

The Festival of Liminal Space

The Day of Deja Vu

Tunnel of Transfigured Time....

...and its sinister twin. (Click the hard-to-see play button)

The Haunted Correspondent

(...and his sinister(?) twin??)

Penumbrations. 

Picnic at Panther Canyon (In the manner of Joan Lindsay) 

In Yr Orbit. 

More to come, I'm sure. Now I'm going to sneakily back-date this to September as if I haven't missed two straight months of posting. 

They Navigate by the Light of the Moon

 The last breath of a most memorable summer. 

Psychotopography

"On the night of the unearthly wind, for some reason I was compelled to draw a map of the crossroads."

Mapping the chrysalis of dreams.

''Thoughts upon seeing Venus in the 6 AM dark"

Here/now Now/here

Terra Austeria

Earthbound August, pinned beneath the south winds. What else is there to do in this weather but dream of flying? 

A month of wings and sun and daylight moons.