Contemplations upon my Art

I have come to some revelations since my ‘second breath’ and being initiated into the fabric that underpins the world:

The painting techniques of mortal practitioners are innately flawed. Powdered stones and ground pigments all resonate with the elements of earth. You can tease fluidity into it – but that same water holds its mercurial nature and soon flees to pursue whatever whimsy it chooses. In the end, every painting is a dead desiccated thing. Air frozen in a stony silence, water calcified and stagnate – all are earths mockery of the other elements.

I’ve tried, as best I can, to harvest materials from the Wyld – fruits and stones with no elemental resonance as we understand them, or at the least, ones matching what I wish to create. When this fails me, for objects of the Wyld are hard to capture and preserve, I turn to infusing dead earth with the energy of other elements. I find turning to sorcery an inferior method. Cobalt infused with air, the elements of wind and rime suffuse, but the earth remains. It’s very presence muddies the vision I wish to interpret to my patrons.

Contemplations upon my Art

And Yu-Shan Wept ChristopherRose