The trance of becoming

Live creatures more than artifacts, the hyphen that separates and links past with now in the trance of becoming. These prostheses of perception remolded with the Light of today conserve their timeless beauty. This union of Earth an d Fire, of form with chance, is always singular, but also, as such, the talisman, the substance of the pact, the telesma, or “fulfillment,” aims and fires at an impossible target your unseen longing.

Come close to the kiln.

Visit the cathanor.

Iridescent pebbles reveal themselves in rivulets of daily scenes. The ordinary transmutted, yellows and reds of universal menses corrode the edges with a harsh brilliance. An ancient crew yet to come.

Gold and restless flesh

From the rhythm of the tiles akin to the surface of a space/craft to the shadows cast by the laborers in the ceramics workshop.

And back again.

That proof is superfluous is in the ordinary daily shuffle of the laboratory where, under a double sun, the companions of the deal play the hand, in front, the walls of all the lands pierced by arrows or air.

The fact of the dance verifies the soul’s lust for otherness. As we wander through the visions of our many facets, we but demonstrate our thirst for what lies beyond.

The answer

The wind blew across the water

The world woke up.