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Postulate: There is a very easy way to determine if one has an artist’s soul.

The formula/title of this entry presented in words would be – “(the) imaginary, raised to the power of time divided by energy (or effort), yields a smile“.

If – while engaged in the act of creation – one smiles, one is likely an artist or may “soon” be.

“Soon” is a variable. The specifics of the act may also not be a constant. Both the process and product might seem radical and/or irrational. If the creation, intended or not, proves smile-inducing – should it not count as art?

Pandora’s Pets are part of my art and process. As individual creations, I smile at each one as they evolve. I have been fortunate enough to sell nearly 50 of them – not counting the Pets out on consignment.

As a group – and as the subject of an evolving “mythology” – they satisfy the need to remind myself of patience, innocence, and hope. They will also be featured in an illustrated book for inner children (in progress). It deals with emotions and stars Pandora and her bestie, Hope.

Pandora's Pets 3

Any customer can have a car painted any colour that he wants so long as it is black.”
Henry Ford in his autobiography, “My Life and Work” (1922), speaking about the Model T in 1909.

The Pets‘ horns and black coloration are obvious but they are intended and presented as creatures of hope (ἐλπίς, or elpís, in the original myths). Their appearance and presence in my own mythology probably dates to about my first birthday during college.

I can no longer say for certain but they might have stemmed from “personification” of attention to detail. The tiny and good devils in the detail, if you will.

The most frequently used word regarding Pandora’s Pets when I am presenting them to potential customers is “adorable”.

They just make me smile.

Where Did I Leave My Keys?…

As I mentioned on Dec 1, mythology claims Teiresias worked in a bird observatory (oionoskopeion). Whether it was in Thebes or outside the city is a matter of some debate. And I’ve decided to go with Laurenberg’s placement – next to the Citadel.

A Song Heard in the Future*, the working title of my novel, uses TeiresiasTower for many critical scenes. I am painting it as the home and headquarters of the Spartoi, the Seer’s grandfather and great uncles. It served as his tomb until (presumably) destroyed by Alexander the Great (335 BC).

My storytelling has been mainly as a raconteur and presenter before Leanna Renee Hieber encouraged me so effectively. In the past, more than a few of the tales I told were the plotlines of roleplaying games. I never quite left the hobby. A few years ago I became fascinated with paper model terrain and started making some models of my own.

I can handle two birds with one stone – in mapping out Teiresias‘ home and making the paper model kit. When finished, the model will stand about 8 inches tall. If it turns out well, I’ll be selling the kit to gamers.

While writing this post and determining what title it should have, I remembered an old “joke” of mine regarding prayer and how frequently it seems to go unanswered. Imagine that muttering aloud about a wallet temporarily missing during the morning routine counts as a prayer. There could be millions of such distractions in a single day – worldwide. That could eat up a lot of time for addressing more important petitions to the Divine.

It likely won’t be in Song but I can imagine Teiresias might be asked, “Where will I find [missing item]?”

Teireseia's Tower scaleup

* The title is a quote from Lord Alfred Tennyson’s poem, Tiresias.