Tuesday 10 November 2015

Creatures Between

Book made for An Encyclopedia of Everything.
I remember when growing up, newspaper clippings my grandmother kept of strange skeletons, weird animals and other assorted previously undocumented oddities.  This book was a treasure to her, lending veracity to her view that there was a world existing parallel with ours.  
BUT, its interconnected with ours, she used to tell me, that’s why these creatures sometimes appear - they’ve come from there, squeezed out by pressure between the two spaces.  She was convinced that storms did this.

I sort of thought the cuttings were a hang-over from the Victorian Curiosity Cabinets.

 As it turns out, she wasn’t so wrong. The parallel place just didn’t have a name then.  But now we know, its called Between.

Tuesday 27 October 2015

Singer To Sleep/Cinderella's Antithesis - Time Keeper


Pages 34 and 35.  The last imagine is an altered drawing I found while clearing out at work.  I have no idea who the original artist was. But having sat there forever in dust, waiting to be found, the charcoal drawing did the trick as a Cinderella. 

Monday 7 September 2015

Where it all began:

And here begins a final retelling of the Bhubezi Mythology.  I intend making a large book of each of the characters and convolutions of this narrative.  The pages are large - 45cm x 40 cm and each  is handwritten and painted. I don't quite know what possessed me - I think it was the Red Giraffe. The following are the introduction to the Bhubezi Women - The Women Who Hold up the World.




Thursday 27 August 2015

The Portal Papers


With 127 done and dusted (much to his relief The Traveller was FAR better at this than he expected), test 2 was unfortunately NOT a test - time was running out and they needed a piece of The Uncertain Brown Portal in order to move Hatshepsut’s Obelisk.



123 could not be classified as a DOOR really, more like an arch, but this did not deter The Traveller.  She STILL did not realize this was NOT Dream Time.   Or maybe she did and didn’t mind.  Playing a sitar in a band going no-where was not the life she had planned.

The Red Giraffe was not hugely pleased with his human form - he felt LONG. And from the strange looks he was receiving, this current disguise was a trifle too fast walker.  BUT he needed to check out the arch opposite the bus station as indicated on the Phaistos Disk (#59/60) (yip - can you believe it, the disk actually has this on the back).  

The Traveller had suggested that he try a Gerald Format, but it felt uncomfortable and itchy.
The sudden shift to 56 even caught the Red Giraffe by surprise. 
It was obviously an inter-dimensional backlash from a derecho.  People don’t realize that such happenings (widespread, long-lived wind storms) are actually the result of the Moorish Darwish attempting to assail Between.  While his minions hunt for the keys with equal fervor, he attempts to twist the immaterial nature of Between.  The Traveller double blinked at 56 but further than that she was calm.  


56 was indeed a shocker - a dungeon door on the Roman Forum (known in some circles as Mars Hill).  This was a kink in the tale for sure.  The Traveller, without hesitation stepped out into the milling crowd, seemingly certain of her destination.  Erichs map had certainly come in handy and he was very grateful because from here-on-out this territory was beyond his ken.  The point of course was to backtrack to

the region of the Sof Omar Caves, where the story first began.  NOTHING would make sense until they backtracked there.