Bird Screen II, Catherine Eaton Skinner, Tibetan Paper/Archival Ink/Encaustic/Thread/Bamboo
"Here, it is boring, incredibly boring, so boring I can’t believe it’s true." — Greta Garbo describing her life in Hollywood in 1926.
Pat Shewchuk And Marek Colek (Tin Can Forest)
I’m sure there’s a perfectly good reason why I’m running around with four spare sets of armor… and five pairs of boots…. eight rings…
In the fatigue-laced haze of my morning commute, as I drove over the bridge, I glanced out over the water, at the fog curling away and the dagger-slice emergence of a golden sunrise. The water’s surface was particularly still and even - “glass-like” was the descriptor that came to mind, as it provided a perfect reflection of the clouds and the distant ships. A world caught in parallel - mirror images meeting along the edge.
And then I thought of Lake Calenhad, and its uncanny resemblance to one of the large shapes in the Fade. And how the Lake’s history was fraught with legends and lore, and whispers of magic.
And I wondered - what if, in its most placid mornings, when the entirety of Thedas is still and on bated breath, the lake’s surface becomes a mirror - one great and mystical Eluvian, that no one yet has crossed through - dove deep into the watery portal.
Or maybe someone has, but their tale has yet to be told.
Toshirō Mifune as Kikuchiyo in Seven Samurai, aka 七人の侍 (1954)
Early 1930s Kodak Camera ~