When we take someone under our protection, whatever that may mean to us as individuals, what is the price we pay for our sacrifice to them? Do we even see it as a sacrifice? We make a choice for them, unaware of what the costs will be in the end, or how much we lose,Continue reading “What Will See”
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Guardian of the Forest
The Guardian of the Forest is the spirit of the oldest tree. The wisest spirit who remembers when there was nothing but a barren plain that she watched over as she grew and her children scattered about her, finally crowding in and creating the canopy that bows in the wind and rejoices in the sun.Continue reading “Guardian of the Forest”
Some Small Headed Beast
What are we behind our masks? Do we really ever have the chance to find out?
The Goatmaid and her helper-spirits from the formless lands.
Here we have little widget posing with a paintbrush. Silly robot.
We want to make ourselves happy by filling the sadness that lurks deep in our hearts. An emptiness that nothing can ever fill. If we keep trying to fill this space, we can never have peace and we will never be happy. We cannot fill the internal with the external. When we finally accept thisContinue reading “Holeheartedly”
The souls of those that died violent deaths or were controlled by powerful emotions right before death do not go join the ancestors, but remain in the physical realm to play out their tragedy over and over. Sometimes if they receive a proper burial they can move on, sometimes they can never. Here we haveContinue reading “Yurei”
Bessy: The Beast of Self-Righteousness
Such a smile, such pretty teeth, you get bitten by this beast; you will know your own perfection! You will know all the answers, you will know what is true, and there is nothing, not a thing, which is truer than you! I admit, such a beast has bitten me, humility is a hard wonContinue reading “Bessy: The Beast of Self-Righteousness”
When the story of the hero ends with a return home, home is always the same, but the adventure leaves the hero changed. Why is it that when given a change in perspective we can never be kept intact, and our insides are forced to change with our horizon?
This owl ended up looking like it is made of birch bark. I am really happy with the effect of the glaze. It was meant to partner with another smaller owl but that one was sold.