Notices, Workshops & Rides: The Hand of Destiny - Part 2
I have accepted a commission from a benefactor in a private enclave in Western Montana, with a mineraloid palette so diverse and manipulable I am mesmerized to my soul with the visual mastery I can create.
My patron would be known to you, yet I am bound by unspoken accords exchanged in the sweat lodge that I may not divest myself of their identity or location.
The reins are off, my mind and hands are free to manipulate with absolute abandon. This extensive series will annihilate preconceived notions of cairn form, design and structure. My client desires shifting tonal constructs; auditory vibrations will shift with the wind and weather of my mother planet, generating an astounding array of aural colors. Planetary alignments will allow for stunning plays of light and shadow as the sun and moon ply their dance with Gaia. This is the Palace of Possibilities. The Realm of Radiance. The Majesty of Mosaic.
My dear Island Peoples, I will miss the briny perfume of your glistening shallows, your lavish reception towards my heralded arrival, and especially the Chai Rooibos tea at the Gathering Place. Rest assured we will bask in each other’s luminosity in the future, as even a fulminating hoard of Sasq’ets could not keep me from expressing my elevated craft for you lovely and generous beings of light.
The stones are stars,