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The Beaded Tapestry

Exploring the writing and inspirations of Elisa Weeber

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November 2017

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.

Love,

Victoria

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.

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