The Beaded Tapestry

Studio – New London

Dear Analis,

I have disturbing news over my lost journal and am struggling with what the repercussions from this discovery will be.  Addison came across the book among the items belonging to one of his team.  An altercation broke out between two of his workers and one of them was fatally injured during the violent confrontation.  The man that was killed was apparently a mole placed within Addison’s team by the Cultavists.  I am not certain if he was connected to the renegade group or a more official branch but as he is now unable to answer any questions I don’t think we will ever know.  One of his fellow worker, a man named Fells,  discovered  him using the electronic communication equipment inside my studio and confronted him.  There was a half finished message on the screen and Fells could see my name and Katryna’s name standing there before the man could block his view. During the ensuing struggle for control of the room, Fells claims to have stabbed the man in self defense.  All I know for sure is what I witnessed myself.  Addison and I were busy inspecting one of the storage units and we heard a loud outbreak coming from the small room that contains the communication equipment.  By the time we entered the room the first man was dead, stabbed through the heart.  Fells claimed he was attacked first as he tried to secure the message from the other man.  Hiis story seems to be true as  Addison discovered a small molecular dissembler in the palm of the assailants hand, which was trapped beneath his fallen body.  I do not know where he could have obtained a weapon of this magnitude since I have only seen one of this type in the hands of the riot police on Earth.  It is illegal for a private citizen to possess this type of fire power on Earth and is completely banned on New London.  Luckily the man had been unable to wipe the message he was busy with and we were able to retrieve what he had completed. It was indeed a message about Katryna and myself.  It described the nature of her arrival here and the date.  There was also a short description of what she provided for her client and her assumed abilities relating to the Equine. There was  also some details about my work here and the possible repercussions this interference could have on the Cultivist agenda for the planet. It also included a list of the equipment present in my lab. Some were mentioned by name but the unique equipment built by you was only physically described as he could  not have known what their use was.  Fells is a New-Britannian the same as Katryna and they view spying and subterfuge very darkly. When Addison and I searched the dead man’s personal area after the incident we found my journal inside a locked case along with a wrist pad and charge unit.  When we studied the charge unit we could see that it had been damaged recently and would not have been able to charge the wrist unit anymore. This would explain why the man had risked using my communication equipment to attempt an outgoing message. He must have been using the wrist pad up until now to send information, but I assume the appearance of Katryna and the fact she is a well known Equine link prompted him to risk contact with his superiors by alternate means. We have informed the security forces in Newton of the occurrence as Addison believes this is beyond the limited staff in Medici. The Newton division are arranging an investigating agent to be sent  here and have asked us to detain Fells until they arrive. Addison has already moved the body of the alleged spy  to the construction storage container used to store the ice molds for the clay bricks. He also placed the man’s possessions within his  personal lockcase for safekeeping. . It will be several days before the inspector arrives so I am happy this option is available.  Fells seems accepting of his situation and Addison has allowed him to continue his work unimpaired till the authorities arrive.  Since the crew is now down one man already this seemed the best option.  

I am happy to have recovered my journal but the circumstances in which is was taken and then recovered has opened up some disturbing possibilities. I do not have the heart at this time to delve into the contents of the journal as I am still disturbed by the activity yesterday.  I hope by tomorrow I can steel myself enough to study my scribbles as I suspect something within the journals  pages prompted this man to instigate it’s theft. Katryna is scheduled to return in two days and I struggle whether to postpone her arrival until after the inspector has completed his inquiry. I could use her steadfast company to calm my mind but I do not want her  to become involved with this tragedy as she was not here at the time. I myself do not feel safe at this moment  and since I do not believe the death of this man will cause the Cultivist meddling to cease I am not comfortable risking her presence. I do not know why these people feel threatened by my work but if a molecular dissembler and secret wrist units are involved I feel fairly certain it is bigger than a disgruntled construction extremist.  Addison has worked with this same team for over two years and no one suspected there was a spy in their midst. There has been many security sensitive builds completed by them and this revelation is not sitting well with Addison.  He has been in contact with the head of his division to let him know about the potential leak and also to request a replacement for extra personnel to complete the build.  The man that was killed specialized in the water production and reclamation equipment and there is still work to be completed that Addison cannot do himself.  The studio and outlying buildings are still connected to the water storage tank so it will not disturb operations,  but once this storage is depleted the air to water extractor will need to be operational.

I will stop for now as my eyes are slowly closing on their own.  This is the first time since I arrived here that fear has entered my realm of thought.  Fear for myself, but also for you.

Love,

Victoria

My dear Analis,

This letter must be fully dedicated to my meeting with Katryna and the amazing outcome.  She arrived four days ago riding on the back of a Roan no less, with no prior warning or message to herald her coming.  She informed me that it was best this way as a spontaneous meeting always produced the best results. My instincts were correct and she definitely has seen a mutual benefit in seeking a friendship between us. Not only has she agreed to be a subject for my research but she also has informed me of what I can do for her.  The relationship she has with the Equine has been progressively changing over the last few months and she feels I am an influence on this alteration somehow.  From what she describes the change is not necessarily a bad thing but some type of metamorphosis occurring that needs my involvement to progress to the next level. I am only at the tip of discovering how this will be propagated between myself and Katryna but I will keep an accurate record for all interactions as they unfold. The first task at hand is for me to achieve a thorough understanding of exactly what Katryna’s abilities are. We spent our first day together discussing the extent of her relationship with the Equine.  Her gift has always been an internal process that materialized just after her tenth naming day. The Equine began to send her visions of places she had never been  and people she did not recognize.  At first she pushed them away as echos of nightly dreams but that quickly changed as she neared her sixteenth year.  A man came to visit her family at their farm and she recognized him from one of her visions.  He was a grain merchant from Delphi who had come to negotiate a new contract with Katryna’s grandfather.  Although she had never met him she knew that he had three sons near her age and that the youngest was gravely ill. During the meeting between the two men, katryna barged into the room and informed the man that his son needed to be taken to a doctor connected to the Flynn foundation.. Her grandfather looked at her intuitively and asked her how she knew this.  He did not question the validity of her words but only the source.  Katryna quickly related the increasing visions and where they came from. Her grandfather only acknowledged her explanation with a nod of his head and motioned for her to leave the two men to their business. Katryna left in total confusion and sought out the solace of her room.  The next day her grandfather called her to his study.  She sat in his big armchair next to the hearth as he paced back and forth across the hardwood floors. After several minutes he pulled up a chair and quietly explained what was occurring between  the Equine and Katryna. During the first years of colonization,  among a select few of the  first New-britannians, there manifested an  ability to  converse with the denizen floating above their planet. Her grandmother had been one of the first to encounter this wondrous gift and it seemed Katryna had also been blessed with this ability.  Her grandmother had died before she was born but her grandfather had retained all of her journals recording the Equine encounters she had experienced.  He handed her a box and informed her the records  now belonged to her. That was the beginning of Katrynas path to understanding the relationship she learned to cherish during the last few years.  Over the past few months that relationship has changed.  She has been receiving communication from the Equine that includes things she is again unfamiliar with. Where normally she has alway received images of people and places she now receives visions of inanimate objects as well.  I gather from her short description of some of these items that they are technology not present on New London, but from Earth.  This is one of the reasons she believes I am best suited to assist her with this transition.  Because her gift has always been an internal process she recorded her visions as her grandmother did, in a journal as written word.  She believes that at this progression of the conversations a visionary record must be started and she requires me to assist her with this.  In other words she wants to become my apprentice and learn to paint.  Teaching is not one of my strong points and I hesitated at first to her request. Unfortunately this is the only way she would agree to my research involving her so I have conceded to her request. I will need to clear this agreement with the Louvre representative but I will portray her as closer to a test subject than as an assistant.  I do not want to delay my work waiting for the long drawn out clearance process needed for her to be an official member of our project.  It is slightly deceptive on my part but I do not want to lose this opportunity.

The Equine has also begun to show Katryna visions that include so many visual symbols that there is now a necessity for her to interpret these into pictorial form.  During her last few session with clients she claims to have missed many of the hidden information given by the Equine because she could not record in enough detail without including some type of sketch. In the past her written record was enough to give a true meaning to her clients of the Equine message but now the details and subject matter are beyond the ability of a written description and she now needs a supplement to her recording methods. She believes I am the answer to her dilemma. I realize this might also propagate delays to our final work but I know it will also bring more benefits in exchange,  

I still have not discovered what became of my journal which I used while ill.  The doctor did not know anything about it and as I suspected Katryna did not either.  She did remember it in my room on her previous visit but adamantly states it was still on the bed table when she left. I grapple with how it could have disappeared but I have not given up hope yet. I still have no recollection of those dark conversations but I do feel the emotional echoes left by the experience. I have planned a mountain excursion at the end of this week and once I return I will see if meditating on the subject will recover some of these recordings.  

After staying for three days Katryna has now returned to her home to make preparation for a two month stay at my studio.  I will first train her to use the distillation equipment since the first step for any apprentice is the production and care of painting materials. I have restarted the sustainability test on the copper and sage and fired two new clay holding containers to supplement the large gourd use for the distillation unit. The finished clay product  has turned out to be a perfect alternative to the rare river gourds and the raw material is readily available. They are also convenient to store the final mixed colors in since they do not distort the final tint and can easily be created in any form. I only need now find the correct canvas base material and I hope the mountain region will deliver as I hoped.  Since I will need additional supplies to accommodate Katryna and her upcoming apprenticeship, I will keep this in mind a I look ahead.

My planned return to Delphi for the repaired equipment is also quickly approaching and I can arrange for additional supplies there. I am amazed at how quickly the time is passing and also aware of how much there still is to accomplish before I am prepared for our joint part of the project to begin. I am not sure how I will adjust to Katryna’s  constant presence but if it will allow me to study her and her abilities I think it is well worth the sacrifice on my part. We will see what effect it has on my relationship with the Equine. I have had no further memorable dreams over the last week but I still hope for a return of what occurred during my illness. At the least a message from you.  It need not be fish this time. Any creature will do.

Love

Victoria

Dear Analis,

The wonders of Autumn have arrived.  I assume that is what it is called on New London for lack of a new designation.  I apologize for the long gap between correspondence  but I became ill after exposure to the prolonged storm and have just recovered enough for cognizant thought to be possible.  The village physician assured me that it is a common occurrence for newcomers to become ill after first exposure to the rainy season here. The lungs must adjust to the new microbes present in the soil of this region and they only become airborne when the humidity rises above the fifty percent level. They are not deadly for the most part but I have spent a very agonizing three weeks switching between high fever and delirium,  to a strength sapping cough and lung infection.  It is similar to the adjustment all young children experience when first exposed to the wonders of school and all the new viral and bacterial carrying occupants they meet there. Addison himself was not subject to this experience but several of his imported crew were so he knew exactly what was happening to me and contacted the doctor at once. I now have been given a clean bill of health and can resume my normal activities.  I wish I had been forewarned about the possibility of this exposure but since it is not usually as severe as was my case nobody deemed it necessary. Understandably my work has suffered and my workshop has stood dark and unoccupied for the duration of my illness.  I also have lost part of the window for my mountain excursion and will have to limit my plan to one trip to study and gather the afore mentioned materials.  All I can do now is pick up where I left off and see what damage has been done to the project timeline. I will have to restart the delicate sustainability tests as I was in no state to continue with the required process when the unit completed its run two weeks ago. The numbers were contaminated by the materials prolonged time spent in the test units and all will need to be recalibrated and returned to basic settings before I can begin anew. I could try and save the initial test run but I fear this will only add more delay if the data proves false. I made the decision to cut the time loses and start with fresh samples.  It seems a terrible waste of time but there is no room for error this early in the process.

The heavy rains lasted for six days and have transformed the land around the studio into a tropical jungle.  After the water had receded, plant seeds long dormant in the soil sprang to life and seemed to grow meters overnight, The ground is now covered in thick yellow vines snaking every direction with brilliant chartreuse blooms every few centimeters. I vaguely remember glancing out the window in my delirium convinced I had been transported to a fantasy land.  The crew says they will only have a brief lifetime and after a few more weeks will retreat once again into the ground to await the next deluge.  This will not likely occur again until the spring so I am taking in the site of so much plant life while I can.  Once the vines have gone this marks the unofficial start of the cold season here.  After that only the hard frozen ground will be visible for the duration of the cold cycle.  Nova Britannia has a longer orbit around its star than Earth so the seasons durations are slightly longer.  The planet has a five hundred and fifty day cycle around Proximus with a slightly longer day of twenty seven hours.  Since my studio is located in the equatorial zone the seasonal changes are not as extreme as in the northern and southern hemispheres of New London but it still means the season’s last several weeks longer than on Earth.

Unfortunately Katryna made her appearance during my illness and  although Addison assured me she was here I cannot for the life of me remember a thing about it.  She even remained a few days to help during the height of my delirium and promised to return after the illness had run its course.  I sent a message today to inform her that I have recovered and hoped to hear from her soon.  Although I know now it is not related to her visit a strange thing has occurred during my illness and I am trying to sort out the particulars.  A piece of my research has gone missing. When I first fell sick I realized it was the perfect opportunity to study the response of the unconscious mind to the Equine presence. I remembered you once lectured on the changes that occur to the neurological signals of the brain when the body temperature rises during short term illness. The resultant delirium increased the internal conversations the person had in their mind as recorded by the elevated brain activity on the attached neural scanner.  This memory triggered an idea in me to record what was occurring in my brain during the depths of my malaise. If it had been practical I would have connected the scanner to my addled head, but as I was in no state to run this sophisticated piece of equipment I placed a journal next to my bed as my only alternative.  For the duration of the next three weeks I was not always lucid about what I recorded in the book but I do know that I did write in it frequently.  There were vague memories of conversations with the Equine and also with you that I scrambled to record before the echo was gone. Some of the entries were illegible but I recall close to the end of the delirium, as I was once again aware of at least what planet I was on, that the journal was nearly full and that I would have to find another. The next time I was again awake in my room the journal was not on the side table. Addison swore to me that other than the normal crew no one else has been on site but the doctor and Katryna.  Since her visit was before I was conscious then it was not possible for her to have taken it as I saw it when I awoke the first time. I can only suspect the physician moved it on his last visit or accidently picked it up with his own equipment.  He will be here tomorrow for my final assessment so I will discuss it with him then.  It is nowhere in the house or workshop and I can think of no other explanation. Since it is only the scribbling of a delirious artist I can see no value for someone to take it, but for me it is a heartbreaking loss. I remember none of the Equine experiences when I was incapacitated but I am left with the same impression as occurs when I have a beautiful dream. There still remains that residue of extreme happiness and excitement I experience  when something amazing occurs during my sleep. As if the answer to a long sought after question has now been revealed and I realize my true purpose in life and why I exist. Sadly the echo of this revelation is still with me but what it was does not remain.  If I wrote these thoughts down in the missing journal what a loss that will be if I cannot recover it. Since your conversations are also supposedly recorded there I will put energy into this search,  Addison did confirm that the journal exists as he saw a book lying on my bed table throughout most of my illness,  At least I know it is not a figment of my idled mind.

I am aching to begin work again and so in order for me to start fresh tomorrow I will close for now. I hope I can write tomorrow with good news over the journal.

Love always,

Victoria

Here are a few of the books I have been reading to add some inspirational content to my work.

 

A Beautiful Questions – Author Frank Wilczek

The Grand Design – Author Stephen Hawkings

A Brief History of Time – Author Stephen Hawkings

The letters of Vincent van Gogh

Eye of the Beholder – Author Laura J. Snyder

Reductionism in Art and Brain Science – Author Eric R. Kandel

 

Studio – New London

Dear sister,

The rain is pounding the desert floor outside and the world has turned from a brilliant clear vision to a grey misty outline. The construction came to an abrupt halt as the skies above my home  opened up to a surprising deluge of moisture that has not abated for the past three days.  The change in weather was much celebrated by the members of the crew as this marks the beginning of the rainy cycle for this part of the globe and a relief from the incessant heat. Any type of moisture is welcomed here and Addison has assured me that it will not propagate any delay in relation to the completion of the project.  His timetable included this expected halt to outside work and the members of his crew are now busy within their temporary workshop preparing for the final stage of the build.  For me the change in weather is not so fortuitous  since the grey overcast has completely obscured my view of the Equine and brought to a cessation any new material expedition for the duration of the storm. I have been able to catch up on my lab notes and  organizational tasks but as you are well aware these are not my favorite pastimes. The lab and studio are now in too much order for my comfort and I feel my creatively slipping away while I gaze at the neat rows of acrylic paint containers and stacked empty canvases. The distillation units now stand idle in the conservatory as the additional humidity in the atmosphere outside does not promote the needed environment condition to produce a desirable finished product. The sustainability tests are still in their initial run on the first material subjects and the two week test will not be completed for three more days.  This leaves me limited things to do at this time and I will need these results to continue to the next stage.

I do have positive news.  I received a communication from Katryna answering the request I left her when I was in Medici.  She has agreed to a meeting at my location but gave no indication when.  It seems from her message that she has prior engagements for the next few weeks then she will contact me again. Her tone in the correspondence was noncommittal about my referred request of scientific study but we will take it one step at a time. I now have her electronic contact point for my message center so there is no longer a need to relay messages through the village center.  I worried about using such a public form of contact to relay my request to Katryna and I hope she read between my cryptic wording to realize the jist of my intended message.  I can now be more clear on my request as my private  electronic system if far more secure than the public one at the village hall. It is a welcome divergence to think over what her visit will bring to our work and I am using this weather delay to map out a plan if Katryna agrees to be my research subject.

The loss of the visual stimulation from the Equine has an alarming effect on me.  I was under the impression that even though the Equine is now out of sight  that the emanations would not diminish.  It may be only the gray world outside but I was sadly wrong in my assumptions.  As the days of rain have continued my mental clarity decreases and my mood has slipped into a shallow depression I am struggling to climb out of.  I should be used to this type of weather as days of sunshine are as rare in our homeland of England as rain is here, but I realize now that the visual spectrum is paramount to my relationship to the Anomaly and it’s visual absence is affecting that connection. I am afraid if this weather persists I will need to travel away from the site, at least until the skies clear. Addison assured me that although the storms at this time of year are frequent they rarely lasted over a few days. I hope he is correct about this one as three days already seems an eternity without my companion.

Before the cold weather sets in I have planned an excursion to the desert highlands east of the studio location.  The rains have delayed this plan slightly but I should be able to squeeze at least two trips in before the conditions are too cold for outdoor activities.  There are reportedly a diverse selection of mineral and metal deposits in the upper elevations and I want to take some samples for the next stage of the project.  The new survey I received while on the Derringer shows a large gypsum source ten kilometer from the studio.  This would be an ideal medium for the enhanced canvas foundation I would like to experiment with for my renditions.  Once the colors and materials are finalized I will need to find a more stable base for the final work and this seems an optimal material to begin exploring. The molecular stability along with the spectral neutrality of the Earth variety of gypsum were promising in our initial study and I am confident the New London version will serve. Once the winter sets in it will not be practical to travel to the higher elevation since snow is very common over the one kilometer altitude mark and normally last for several months.  I hope there is a long enough gape in the rain to allow for the trips.

I have spent several days thinking about the extra personnel I will be acquiring in the next month or so. When the construction is finally complete I will be ready for a research assistant and someone for domestic services. The food synthesizer is adequate during this stage of the project but I am not keen on spending the next few years eating algae and soy based proteins out of a machine no matter how creative the flavoring.  The Louvre rep I met with in Delphi has already arranged for a qualified assistant and instructed me to contact her when I am prepared for him to be sent. She also gave me a contact in Newton for the domestic situation. There are two women and one man that were previously employed by Smithsonian employees living in Delphi.  The families have now returned to Earth after completing their assignments and their staff has been left without positions.  Since the work on the information program the Smithsonian produces for most of the inhabited galaxy is near as sensitive as the work we are doing, the security clearance of their staff is adequate for our needs. This leaves the three candidates free to pursue other employment. From what the Louvre rep said they are all three willing to relocate to my area of the world in order to retain their security status. I will of course have to meet them first as I only need one person but from their background paperwork their credentials are good and they come highly recommended.

The land around the studio is now a muddy bog and I have not stepped outside since the storm began.  I had a moment of panic when the sky opened up and I saw the huge drops begin to pelt the outside of my clay home.  Visions of being left standing in a huge melting mud pit passed through my thoughts before I remembered Addison’s reassuring lecture on the durability of the clay construction. There was no threat of the storm damaging the structure but being more familiar with rows of red brick houses I did experience that short burst of panic.  It is indeed an amazing material and my lab equipment has given testament to that. The environmental readings have not drifted an iota from the tight specifications needed and the residential part of the structure is warm and inviting. The renewable energy has also proved itself infallible as there has been no power dips or failures in the last few days. Addison shutdown the fusion reactor over a week ago as the solar, kinetic and wind farms are fully operational. Since I now have placed almost the full load on the source at this point it seems there will be no issue with what has been installed per our estimations. It is comforting to know that some things are progressing as expected.  The weather on the other hand is at this moment not cooperating.

I wish you could project some optimism and confidence from within your static condition as I need it at this time.

Love,

Victoria

Studio, New London

Dear Analis,

It has taken almost two weeks but finally I have achieved a workable balance between the scientific focus I require to continue my investigation and the overwhelming draw of my art. The creative brain within me revels in the night view of the Equine so I give my full attention to my painting during the darkest hours of the planet’s daily rotation. The remaining time is split between the needed research i strive to continue and the required routine of daily living.  The construction activity is now focused on the far side of the studio site as all work has been completed on the central residence and studio structure.  I can easily block this distant activity from my routine as there are few interruptions that need my attention.  The lab equipment is fully functional and the environmental tests have produced results well within the required parameters. I struggled for several days with the neurology units as they were last used on Earth.  The wave scanner was out of calibration and needed to be completely retuned after I checked the initial numbers.  I have done as you directed and conducted a third readout of my brain spectrum to compare to the baseline scan we performed on Earth and the second performed in your new lab on the  Phycodurus-8. Since your instructions specified that the calibration parameters were to be as narrow as possible before the test was conducted, I believe this is why the setup took me so long.  I will perform one more scan in just over a month on myself and I will then send the information to your database. The data from my Earth scan and the test done on my visit aboard the station are already uploaded and waiting for your perusal.

As you have directed, I did not conduct any type of comparison between the three test.  You were very mysterious about this point but I deduce it has something to do with tainting the evidence with my own perspective.  Hopefully by next month I will have pictorial scans from one of the New Britannians to add to your database. I have been unsuccessful in securing an agreement with any of the locals for this process, but I still have hopes of making contact again with Katryna.  My first visit to Medici last week was very interesting but did not produce the expected contact with her  that I had hoped for.  All I discovered was that she lives east of the village and only comes into town a few times a month.  I have left a message at the village hall and hope she will not be long in responding. If I have not heard from her within the next month Addison has offered to transport me there on his next supply run.  There is a clay source used for the build located in the general area of her home and he is willing to make a short detour. I hope it does not come to this as I hesitate to be away from my work at this time.

During my short visit to Medici I was able to explore the east part of the village.  The majority of the structures are constructed of the local clay blocks and the architectural arrangement  hints of the communal concepts used by the followers of Arcasanti.  Although it deviates from the societies that have popped up on Earth over the last century  the similarities between eastern Medici and these territorial saving villages are evident.  The eastern section of Medici consists of one large structure of interconnecting buildings arranged in a compact octagon surrounding a central village community hall. One side of the structure is bordered by the river and the remaining seven  sides by food and energy farms as mandated by the New London planetary charter. Residential units and shops are equally mixed as you move around the structure and all surround the central building housing the community hall.  This structure built in the center of the octagon is the only building with windows on all sides.  The surrounding buildings only have windows facing the center.  I am sure it has some purpose but I will have to do some investigation as my driver did not say when I asked. It is logical that there is a security aspect to this type of arrangement but I am not certain this is the case. The entire top of the structures including the town hall are covered in thick turf for insulation and oxygen production per the planet regulations and it makes for a very colorful display. I saw quite a variety of businesses within this part of Medici and it seems I will be able to purchase most of my necessities from local sources.  I was able to pick up the custom tapestry cushions I ordered for the window seats during my time there along with a few other white goods for my sleeping room.  One of the things I did to create my work balance was to move back into the residential part of the studio.  I realized in order to sustain any level of concentration on the research side of my work, I would need to return to a normal sleeping arrangement and not dream surrounded constantly by my renditions of the Equine. Even a simple thing as arranging a shopping trip for linens removes me from the overpowering stimulus of the studio and allows me to refocus on the required plans to move forward.  

Tomorrow I will begin the sustainability test on the sage and copper. These two substances have shown the most promise for wave carriers within the painting and I hope their wavelength characteristics show they are able to sustain the signal for the required timeframe we have allowed for.  I left these tests till now as the environmental stability of the studio is so critical to the end results.  As I said,  the lab is now at optimal conditions for the instruments and I can focus my full concentration to the last leg of testing for these initial substances.   I will be using one of my first equine renditions produced here for the test subject since the acrylics have had the most time to stabilize.  It is not my most accurate portrayal but I want to rule out erroneous readings from the possibility of molecular instability in the newer works.  My perception has shifted significantly since I produced these earlier works and I am fascinated with what my brain has added to the more recent Equine images.  We were so convinced that once my brain began to adjust to this new world my explicit memory would take over and I could train myself to relate what I see to my pre-existing experiences. Instead my brain is reverting to its implicit memory. Unconsciously pulling comparisons from my past that are instinctive and involuntary.  I am excited to see how my scan has changed between the three readings but as your instructions forbad this I am hoping you can make sense of the changes that are occurring within me.  Since I am not a Perceptual Neurologist as you are I will have to wait for your input. At least by that time I hope to have a native scan for you to work with.

I await your arrival with less patience each day.

Love

Victoria