Mosaic Monday – Carach Angren

And it is done. This project took a long time because I would do a little of the work, set it aside awhile, then work on it a little, rinse and repeat. (So many little black glass beads!) I’m delighted by the end product. I hope Carach Angren will like it too as I intend to gift it to them during the Denver stop of their Pitch Black Horror over North America tour on October 6th.

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The wood box is 15.25 cm by 22.86 cm by 5cm in size and painted to look like a ‘Pitch Black Box‘. The center design is modeled after Ouija board planchette. The Taurus charm represents Namtar and the Scorpio charms represent Seregor and Ardek. The skeleton hand appears as hand trying to escape the box, a hand working to traps souls in the box, and as a nod to the band’s aesthetic with skeletons and corpse paint. The hematite stars pay homage to a portion of ‘The Shining was a Portent of Gloom‘, on Death Came Through a Phantom Ship, He looks at the stars with their comforting glare. But the lights above that once guided him home, scattered and shattered, are no longer there. Now dawning upon him like rays of the sun, his state and his fate cannot undone. The black glass skeleton heads are lost souls trapped within the box. There are black boxes within the black box. Quartz lies beneath the skeletal hand. Quartz is often used to dispel evil and magic spells – either isn’t working or the hand is up to something (Charlie, is that you?). Round Onyx gemstones represent the astrological water sign of Scorpio. Onyx is often used as a stone for anchoring the self and energy. The black roses represent the earth, death, and that there is beauty even in decay. The single white rose represents the 13th Tarot Card – Death. Death is often depicted on the card with a single white rose. The card represents change or stagnation and the rose means immortality. Change, stagnation, death, and immortality are all themes within Carach Angren’s music.

NaNoWriMo 2017 Ends

This NaNoWriMo was different than ones in the past. Rather unproductive despite reaching beyond the word count requirement. The words just didn’t go where I wanted them to. A lot of random bits of line that will never be more than that. Never will have a chance to be poems. Their threads were too short and, now, are lost to the winds of time.

NaNoWriMo 2017 was forced to compete with pre-concert jitters and excitement then post-concert depression (and immense pain courtesy of extremely drunk Children of Bodom fans kicking the back of my legs, constantly pushing me into the rail, etc.) which made for interesting writing times.

I greatly enjoyed seeing Carach Angren for my first metal concert experience. They were phenomenal. Uncured and Lost Society were also quite good considering I had very little familiarity with their work prior to the concert. I have been missing those beautiful spooky Dutch men something fierce though. The entire month’s wardrobe featured a Carach Angren band tee each day. I started the month with two tees and acquired two more at the concert so this has meant frequent laundry but totally worth it.

Onto the writing stats…

Total Word Count: 53432

This translates into 51 poems – 47 for Glyph & Grey, 3 for Mourning & Melancholia, and 1 for Altars & Avatars – and 8 pages’ worth of the “epic poem” that’s been slowly swirling around in my brain. There is a lot of free writing I need to sort through to see if there is more poetry lurking within the lines.

Glyph & Grey is at 67/100, and should be done in the next 2-3 weeks as I’m determined for it to be. I had wanted it to be done by today but that is, clearly, unrealistic. Mourning & Melancholia stands at 8/100. Altars & Avatars is 2/100. I hope to have Mourning & Melancholia done by the end of February. NaPoWriMo in April should bring about the completion of Altars & Avatars and significant progress for the upcoming Written & Whim.

Simple Things Thursday – The Lee Pace Problem

It is said simplest things bring happiness, passion, and meaning into one’s life. The actor Lee Pace has become a source of happiness in recent weeks. Normally, I am not one of the folks to be given to obsession or ‘fangirling’ over an actor. I do have favorites but my favoritism has never been like this. I barely recognize myself anymore. This lack of recognition proves to be blog worthy. So new, so happy… so happy…

As I’m behind the times (so to speak), I was first introduced to the work of Lee Pace in the The Hobbit: The Battle of the Five Armies in December 2014. I appreciated his character, Thranduil, more than the actor. My current laptop – acquired in early 2015 – is named Thranduil and the background photo is of Lee Pace as Thranduil. (This has been the previous extent of my ‘fangirling’.) Never gave this much thought until 2 weeks ago when I watched The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey for the first time. I was horribly disappointed that there wasn’t more Thranduil in the film so I promptly checked out the rest of The Hobbit films from my library.

In The Desolation of Smaug and The Battle of the Five Armies, I found myself enamored with Lee Pace, not just the character he portrayed. From there, I watched – in rapid succession – Wonderfalls, Pushing Daisies, The Fall, Possession, Guardians of the Galaxy, Soldier’s Girl, Season 1 of Halt and Catch Fire, and (endured) The Twilight Saga: Breaking Dawn Part 2. All but three of the remaining films he’s been in, and Season 2 of Halt and Catch Fire, have been located and will be here tomorrow for my viewing pleasure.

It is the acquisition of the remaining films and tolerance for films I didn’t like much – Lee Pace being their only bright spot – which told me I had a problem never experienced before. I have never understood people’s desire to go to Cons, write fanfic, create websites in homage, collect images of their interest, view every show or movie an actor/actress has been in, etc. I understand better now. It disturbs me that I understand. No longer recognize myself especially after the poetry incident. Yes, there are poems where Lee Pace has served as inspiration. *hangs head in shame* So embarrassed I am but it is futile to deny it. Nor can I deny that I’ve spent time with image searches…

Knowledge escapes me as to why I have developed this (unfamiliar) obsession. I’m enjoying it despite my confusion as to what I have become. This enjoyment, this happiness is so simple, pure, and perfect. I worry I will destroy it but I’m determined to leave it be and go on basking.

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