"The ocean seems to me to be nature's great overwhelmer. It's a song about water in all forms and all bodies."


VOICES OF LIGHT: Joan of Arc and Saint Michael, The Archangel
by Celtic Botan

"Oh! What an honor for the feminine sex!…
This entire realm, once lost by [wretched men],
restored and saved by a woman again”
"Ditié de Jehanne d’Arc", by Christine de Pizan, 1429
one of the earliest known feminist writers.

"From my girlhood to the present time, in a
wondrous fashion I have felt in myself the
power and mystery of secret and
wonderful visions…”

St. Hildegard of Bingen, mystic, poet,
and composer from the early 12th Century.

"A little girl […]
Upon whom arms and armor
weigh lightly; […]
Before her all foes take off at a run,
Of them none remains, not even a one.”

"Ditié de Jehanne d’Arc" by Christine de Pizan

Excerpts from 
"VOICES OF LIGHT"(Richard Einhorn) lyrics, which were taken from works by medieval female mystics.

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Digital reconstruction of how the Phidias Athena Parthenos might have looked like.


Digital reconstruction of how the Phidias Athena Parthenos might have looked like.


Custom SNES in Metallic Silver 

Created by Zoki64 || it8Bit


Artist & Sculptor:

Yoshitoshi Kanemaki

"空的時刻 勿忘死亡"

H122 cm x W27 cm x D23 cm





Mary Fahl - Exiles: The Wolves of Midwinter

When the shadows fall
and the fires burn
The forest calls to me and I must return
The night becomes primordial it murmurs and it haunts
It draws me into mysteries with the sound of beating drums

And I’m so alive
I cant explain
I feel the moonlight
I sense the rain
The ghosts inside the looking glass
I hear their spectral sighs
and the tender sounds of innocence that haunt me with their cries

You and I
We are free
We belong to eternity
Ancient exiles are we

When the hunger comes
and I lose control
Hold me in the darkness
Bless my tarnished soul
I will run beside you
We’ll leave the past behind
We’ll hide inside the ages
Beneath the sands of time

You and I
We are free
We belong to eternity
Ancient exiles are we

You and I
We are free
We belong to eternity
Ancient exiles are we
Yes we’re exiles
You and me

Written by Mary Fahl, former lead singer of October Project, along with John Lissauer for the audiobook version of Anne Rice’s novel, The Wolves of Midwinter.


 The Ghostly Sculptures of Bruno Walpoth

Ghostly sculptures of Bruno Walpoth. Life-size, his powdered beauties, as if in opposition to their ghostly stature, seem heavy and grounded, their gazes locking whomever sees them into a spiritual arrest.

Working with traditional sculptural methods, Walpoth’s work is almost alchemical in quality.  Muscles, eyes and fingers that have been carved into wood (lime and walnut) or covered with lead leaf foils, seem soft and supple, sad and pensive. Idealistically beautiful, his figures show signs of bones and sinew under fragile skin.

Marks from carving tools show on the surface of the wooden bodies, and serve as quiet reminders that these creatures are not human. The marks break what anthropomorphizing has taken place and the observer is introduced to (or reminded of) the artist.  In a strange way, that break makes these works even more fascinating; they make clearly visible the love that has been passed from the creator to the created.

“Contrary to Geppetto, who constructed himself a child (Pinocchio) out of a piece of wood to banish his loneliness, Bruno Walpoth attempts, perhaps out of awareness of life’s transience, to immortalize the volatile spark of youthfulness he catches in the eyes of his models – sometimes his own children – into a wooden sculpture,” writes Absolute Art Gallery‘s Diana Gadaldi.  Walpoth’s figures are also reminiscent of the children in the paintings of Dino Valls and Gottfried Helnwein, yet are not so tortured nor forced into adulthood.  They are more ghostly, or perhaps more Buddhist, as if silently accepting of a new maturity.  Ms. Gadaldi also states that “[they] seem to be immersed in a moment of intimate meditation. Their detached attitude and dreamy expression are characteristic for the stage of life they are going through: one of slow but inexorable physical and psychological development. As they evolve from children to adolescents and from adolescents to young adults, the first traces of self-consciousness and emotional involvement appear on their often still infantile faces.”