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Pleased to announce that the Mothwing Collective are back at it, collaging the dreaming landscape, in 3 dimensions, this time. 

Or is it 4?

Or more? 

I will post more information as it appears.

In the meantime, keep dreaming. 

[Images, text and collage by Victoria Phantasmagoria and Mere Pseud]

An Everyday Sort of Strangeness, A Quality of Momentary Light

 

Sideways glances at the changing seasons, mercurial weather, mysteries in plain sight. Blinding shimmer, winged shadows, electricity hum, fireflies.

Title quote source

Eyes Open

"As if something out there seemed to take notice"

It's been a year since the Mothwing Collective came into the world, and our explorations of the bright side of the eerie are still going strong. To say more about what the bright eerie is, and what it means, is an ongoing project that will come in time, but for now, here (hopefully, for your pleasure) are more pictures. Never fear, our eyes are open and watching the horizon.

Spectral speculations.

"I dreamt I called you from the past."  

(And I did dream it, via some secret line from 1988 into now, and I told the story of all that happened between the times of your birth and mine, but when I woke up, I couldn't remember a word.)

Rearranging geometries and breaking invisible sightlines.

Fate hums along wires

Eyes Open

Beacon, signal, silent invisible

Lunar lucidity

Hidden turnings. 

Lens flare as Aldebaran, striding across the star map. 

More mothwingy images next post. Count on it. 

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. 

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.