Almost finished with this sucker! All I have left is the texturing and the lighting. =D
Hold up, because is this is the best use of the stained glass fanart device I’ve ever seen and I wanna Art Appreciation on it for a moment.
Normally I’m pretty meh on these when it comes to anything beyond technical skill, because most of the time it’s just a particular look overlaid on a subject, and the ~meaning of the forms~ are kinda forced at best. NOT SO HERE. This is so rich in symbolism and aligned so well!!! Like look at the crew along the bottom — each carries over their ready-made Starfleet emblem from TOS denoting their division, which even fits the gothic arch shape, and are lit-er-ally manifesting via transporter beams, in a perfect sci-fi answer to our prayers that our holy heroes would appear to help us.
And then, y’know, just, LITERAL ICONS of the cultural pantheon, and secular saints of frankly a pretty dang functional belief system. A legit inspirational piece of art that I feel #blessed to have seen. Thank you OP for renewing my faith in the genre.
The Millennium Muses
Written back in May of 2015, this is how I imagined artists would invent muses for modern endeavors.
ANTIGONICK, Anne Carson
CHORUS:
ANOTHER
AN HOUR
AN HOUR AND A HALF
A YEAR
A SPLIT SECOND
A DECADE
THIS INSTANT
A SECOND
A SPLIT SECOND
A NOW
A NICK
A NECK
KREON RUSHES OUT
ALL THE GUARDS RUSH OUT
HANG BY THE NECK UNTIL :
HERE WE ARE
IN A SONG ABOUT JOY
HERE WE ARE IN A DAY ABOUT DUST
THE DUST IT TAKES TO HOUSE ENEMIES
THE HOUSE IT TAKES TO DUST JUSTICE
THE JUSTICE IT TAKES TO DODGE A BULLET
THE BULLET IT TAKES TO JUSTIFY LOVERS
THE LOVE IN WHICH TO DELETE YOUR OWN DARLING
THE DARLING YOU DUST
THE DUST YOU DISPERSE
THE YOU WHO DOES NOT
DOES NOT WHAT
DOES NOT
NICK HERE WE ARE WE’RE ALL FINE
WE’RE STANDING IN
THE NICK OF TIME
Arthur Rackham, Wagner’s Ring Cyle, 1910. England.
Richard Wagner’s Ring (Der Ring des Nibelungen) is a set of four epic operas based on Germanic mythology. The operas follow the struggles of Norse gods, heroes, and mythical creatures over a magic Ring that grants domination over the entire world. Drama and intrigue continue through three generations of protagonists, until the final cataclysmic ending of their mythic world. Via flickr/plum leaves
After screaming, [Cassandra] calls out the name of Apollo sixth times, then again a seventh time, but the seventh time, by shifting the inflexion of the name slightly, she shows its etymology. Apollo’s name is cognate with the Greek verb apollesthai, “to destroy utterly, kill, slay, demolish, lay waste.” By crying out “Apollon emos”, Cassandra can designate the god as “my Apollo” and “my destroyer” at the same time in the same words.
Anne Carson, excerpt of Cassandra Float Can, from Float (via antigonick)
Raven’s Last Dream
Raven was in a deep sleep,
dreaming the world. He saw things
and they happened, He dreamed things
and they came to life. He hardly knew
where to begin or what to do
once the world was. At last He understood
Fodder’s dilemma. It troubled Him,
made Him restless, disturbed His sleep.
Then the terrible thing happened:
He had a thought.
Everything dream? He wonder.
Then the worst thing happened:
He had another thought, one thought
following the other.
Who dreaming Raven? He wonder and
this woke Him up.
He looked up, He looked down, He
looked all around.
Don’t know, He say and
He couldn’t get back to sleep.
Red Hawk, from Raven’s Paradise, 2008
According to Hindu mythology, the universe was created with a sound: “Om.” It is a syllable that contains within it everything that ever was and everything that will be.When the Arecibo telescope is pointed at the space between stars, it hears a faint hum. Astronomers call that the “cosmic microwave background.” It’s the residual radiation of the Big Bang, the explosion that created the universe fourteen billion years ago.But you can also think of it as a barely audible reverberation of that original “Om.” That syllable was so resonant that the night sky will keep vibrating for as long as the universe exists.When Arecibo is not listening to anything else, it hears the voice of creation.
The Great Silence, Ted Chiang (via theglintoftherail)