The Beaded Tapestry

Exploring the writing and inspirations of Elisa Weeber

Project 20 – Anime Tree Half way

Almost to the halfway point of this project. Considering to create a 3D effect for this piece.

Project 20 – Anime Tree

Start of my next beading project. An anime scene for Ericka.

Pause Between Characters

After a long pause, I am now ready to begin the next offering from my letter series. Victoria’s narrative will now become silent, as I move on to her sister Annalis. The narrative moves back to Earth and a time three years in the past, right after Victoria’s departure for New London. The break helped me switch writing personalities, since the two sisters are very different. The first Annalis letter will follow shortly.

Tree of Art

A collection of my art projects from the last few months.

Letters from Victoria – Epilogue

The space around her has become stable. The vast propagation of filaments has decreased to a mere trickle of what was once present. She has enjoyed her interaction with this continuum. Searching all that was within her purview. Allowing her emotional functions to once more become dominant as her system settled to its new surroundings. Studying the new frequencies and emissions when each new life form appeared. The fascination with the emissions from the small sphere create a focus for her attention, drawing her to the various frequencies and emotions the sounds produce in herself and the lifeforms themselves. New clusters of these same beings have continued to appear over the period of her study. Most are positioned in an arc surrounding her now stabilized position, but a new addition hangs apart. The new aggregate draws her attention, radiating a distant frequency that pulls her awareness to this new sector of space. Newly formed creatures wrapped in terror send cries for intervention out into the blackness surrounding their sphere of existence. Such a concentrated emission of pain and sorrow sends her memory back to the collapse of her own cosmos and the despair of her inability to help her fellow beings. The suffering pulls at her attention but the distance only allows her to analyze the radiating wavelengths. A few reach out with hope, searching for a savior to intervene and deliver them from their dilemma, but most are decided to their fate. Seeking only to end their pain with no desire to continue. Finding no fulfillment in remaining intact and wanting to give up their structure for a chaotic existence. Here is a chance for her to accomplish what she was unable to achieve with her own quondam reality. The concentration of deteriorating entities draws her own need for attainment. She slowly extends her sensors, breaking the limits she has held for millenniums, seeking to end their pain.

Letters from Victoria – Letter 48

Dear Annalis,

Such a jumble of emotions travel through my brain as I complete the final Equine entry, drawing to a close this amazing journey I have traveled with the creature. It is heartbreaking on one hand, having no longer a means of contact, but also the anguish felt by the creature when it describes its encounters. It is not the dark ending I envisioned, but it leaves so many questions unanswered that I was left motionless as I held the journal at the last page. I turned to my newest rendition and screamed in frustration at the painted image. There is a part of me that wishes I had never started this conversation, but I know there must be a reason. The leaps in time the Equine relates are very confusing, similar to skipping back and forth between the pages of a history book. It did seem to me these last notes pertain to the Flynn Foundation satellite. I have never thought of that amount of suffering concentrated in one area and the type of aura it would emit, but I suppose a creature that is so apathetic would be drawn to it.

I am trying to grasp what the world was like where the Equine originated from. It seems as hard for me to imagine, as it was for the Equine to accept ours. I think of how difficult it was for me to adjust to this new planet. It must have been mind altering to be pushed into another continuum, with no hope of returning. I am no expert on theoretic studies, but this seems an area of investigation for them. I cannot wait to hear your thoughts and conclusion in regards to the Equine Conversations. Your scientific and analytical mind will pick out much more information than my emotional view. I see only the pain and elation reflected from these pages. You will see the empirical proof and the theoretical possibilities the Equine is relating. Whatever the creature is attempting to tell me, it is now at an end. I know it would beneficial in my understanding, to read through the entries again in full, but I do not think I could endure it again. So much raw information stains my creative endeavors. Anyway, it is time to move on to the next step in my own story. As I look up into the sky at the suspended creature, I realize we are now part of the same tale, traveling in time and space now in synchronicity.



Project 19 – Mixed media

Working on combining my bead work with wire. This is my first attempt. Not certain what it will be in the end.

New Projects – Elf Ears

Working on expanding my media to include wire work. Made my first pair for the Tolkien “Oxonmoot” in Oxford last month, when I performed as Feanor for the costume contest. Have now complete four pairs since then. Fun experience.

Letters from Victoria- Letter 47

Dear sister,

My plans to complete the final study of the Equine journal were abruptly halted by an unavoidable event. I deviated from my normal routine and did not begin the day with my run and meditative contemplation of the creature. I sat down in my reading nook immediately after arising with the journal in my lap open to the final pages. What follows are the few passages I was able to transcribe before I was drawn outside away from my task. I will let you judge whether I was justified in my neglect of this relevant charge.

Echoes of energy and vibrations propagate through the carriers of this continuum. They remain elusive, hovering in the back of her view, haunting her with things she can no longer encounter. She comes to the realization that these remnants are distant and unattainable. The ability and window to revisit her former life are no longer within her sphere. It is difficult to grasp this concept since it was once a core focus of her existence and acceptance of this loss does not come without despair. Her domicile has ceased to exist and no matter how much her ability to manipulate this current location has increased she is unable to repair that total oblivion.

Her study continues to delve deeper and deeper into the dark unreturnable tunnel of these findings before she pulls away to resurface in her present reality. The process of maintaining and controlling her structure creates an alternative to these destructive investigations and distracts her from the disturbing aspects of her new home. She avoids any further impressions this distorted cosmos attempts to produce in her, choosing instead to view all that surround her with an unbiased analyses. The familiarity of her once dense existence is missing, leaving in its place the exposed atmosphere of an infinite plane. She strives to make no comparison between the two, but fails completely as she observes the space stretching out in all direction creating a desire for her once compact life. Growing instability in her logic threatens to overtake her process as her sensors search for the once protective barrier that supplied direction. Its absence is unnerving and the gentle tides of particles are insufficient to alleviate the overwhelming fear and agoraphobic impression sneaking into the gaps in her logic. The deprivation of cohesion here gives her a sense of chaos. She pulls her contemplative systems away from the distorted views allowing only the logic function to view her outer surroundings.

Instead she turns her benevolent contemplation inward, analyzing her own composition and the changes that have occurred during her transference. She seeks the normalcy that was once her dense mass, ordered and symmetrical. That form is now forfeited, exchanged for an entropic haze with no direction. She focuses her attention on one of the wayward pieces and gives a slight nudge, allowing its fluctuations to settle on a harmonic frequency matching with that of her dwindled core. The particle stabilizes into a steady state and locks itself into a structured pattern. The action creates a cascading effect, propagating through her erratic matter, aligning each discord into a structure melody echoing within the confines of her mass. Full octaves, chords and single notes send incantation traveling once more down her inner pathways. Functions solidity exponentially allowing the analytical process of her computing systems to once again take over.

She turns her study outward, melding cognitive functions with her analytical processes still viewing the outer space. Her stabilized structure now able to negate the fear, using logic instead to study this strange existence with full cognizant functions. The analytical system takes domination allowing her to view her surroundings without emotion. She studies the myriads of filaments traveling around her now functional form. The ease of her own transformation prompts her curiosity pertaining to the material traveling outside her own sphere. Without dwelling on the consequences, she gently prods a passing filament, one that has yet to determine its function. She combines one of her own harmonic particles to the confused piece, letting it break from her own matrix and travel away to meet the passing filament. There is a violent reaction as the chaotic piece resists the frequency of her own music. A new type of element emerges from the violence and moves away from her vicinity, searching for a place to propagate. She marvels at this newly discovered ability and searches for a new target.

These last words echo through my head as I rise from my seat, drawn outside by an assiduous compulsion. Proxima is just peaking above the horizon and a dense haze grips the ground, remnants of the previous evening storm. My gaze is drawn upward as always and I see the Equine suspended, my ever present companion, in the lightening sky. Soft feathers extend from the right side of the creature’s structure, blurring the once sharp outline of its limbs. I at once envision a butterfly, its wings fluttering in an attempt to remain anchored to it flowery perch. The flow of the Equine toward a new space has accelerated. I only now have to contemplate on what this means.

I continue to stare at this long expected occurrence, knowing it was destined to happen but still in denial. I am not certain what drew me outside but you can forgive my neglect of the dream journal. I do not find it coincidental that I was pulled away from completing its pages. I will give in to this delay and return to my daily routine. The journal seems at times a guide to my experience here and I feel the need to follow.

I have now come full circle at last, catching up with myself on Earth. Whatever the Equine has in store for me from this point forward will be an unknown. Strangely I am not afraid. It is now an endeavor I welcome.



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