Processes in Motion

As I promised, here his an updated version of the story a few posts ago now titled “Argent Solitude”

Argent Solitude

by

Robert Garbin

Original

The great Moon God stood at the apex of the tallest mountain in his cold demesne and stared into the heavens that were alive with stars, glory undimmed.  He was jealous.  Jealous of their millennia long conversations, their fiery hearts.  It wasn’t that he hated his cold lifeless kingdom, it was achingly beautiful with its argent glow, but it was lonely.  The Earth had all that life to keep Gaia on her toes.  All he had was the Suns stellar winds etching lines slowly over his lands.

With a sigh, the Lord of the Moon turned to climb down the shining, powdery slope when something whizzed past him slamming into the ground.  The talc like powder of his home sprayed high into the air.  Slowly the dust settled down to the surface around the new scar upon the Gods pristine land.  Stomping over to the cooling rim of the rather small crater, the Moon God expected to see nothing but the burnt remains of some piece of solar system flotsam.  What he found perplexed him at first.

Indeed there were traces of metal, but they actually had shapes.  Also, they were in better shape then he believed possible.  The God picked up the rapidly cooling object to study the hard lines and squared off shape, which was covered in strange markings.  “Now where did this come from, ” he thought.

Just then, the earth began to rise over the horizon and, though he couldn’t say how, he was sure the object had come from Gaia.  It was her way of saying she was thinking of him and that he wasn’t alone.  After a time, a brilliant smile spread across his face then he began the long trek back to his castle.

Second Go

The Great Moon God, frost-pale skinned and white-gold haired, stood silently upon the apex of the highest mountain in his demesne, staring at the heavens alive with stars their glory undimmed.  He was jealous.  Not for lack of beauty was this powerful God jealous.  His kingdom held desolation so glorious that his heart ached to describe it, light so cold his tongue froze to speak of it, and land so soft his whisper alone created tempest.  No, the Moon God was not jealous of the beauty of the stars and their fiery Gods.  He was jealous of their company.

The God of the Sun and all his brethren felt the surrounding planets were beneath their notice.  Star Gods held era long conversations over distances so vast that the Moon God’s birth billions of years ago was but a good morning to them.  How was such as he to engage the interest of these Gods?  As for the other planets, only Earth and Gaia were close enough to see easily and Gaia had little time for him with all that life scampering across her kingdom.

With a low sigh, the Great Moon God turned his ice-blue eyes toward his castle far across the crushed velvet plain and began climbing down the mountain.  Unexpectedly something whizzed past his head to slam into the powder at the base of the mountain.  A haze of fine talc sprayed into the void.  When the Moon God reached the site, the dust particles had begun their return to the surface to form a bright ejecta pattern around the remains of the object.

He was mildly surprised to see more than pulverized flotsam from the solar system in the small crater.  Apparently the object had tried to land instead of crash into his domain.  The Moon God picked up a piece of shiny metal that was almost whole and found markings he could almost consider to be writing.  “Now just where did you come from,” he ruminated?

He turned his cold gaze back to the mountain, which the Earth was just beginning to rise over.  Not knowing how, he was sure it had come from Gaia.  She had somehow managed to train those incorrigible monkeys to make this object and send it here.  She was thinking of him, a reminder that he wasn’t alone.  The Moon God swung back toward the long trek home while a cold smile melted the glacier of his continence.

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Fulfilling a Need to be Creative and Interact with You

The great Moon God stood at the apex of the tallest mountain in his cold demesne and stared into the heavens that were alive with stars, glory undimmed.  He was jealous.  Jealous of their millennia long conversations, their fiery hearts.  It wasn’t that he hated his cold lifeless kingdom, it was achingly beautiful with its argent glow, but it was lonely.  The Earth had all that life to keep Gaia on her toes.  All he had was the Suns stellar winds etching lines slowly over his lands.

With a sigh, the Lord of the Moon turned to climb down the shining, powdery slope when something whizzed past him slamming into the ground.  The talc like powder of his home sprayed high into the air.  Slowly the dust settled down to the surface around the new scar upon the Gods pristine land.  Stomping over to the cooling rim of the rather small crater, the Moon God expected to see nothing but the burnt remains of some piece of solar system flotsam.  What he found perplexed him at first.

Indeed there were traces of metal, but they actually had shapes.  Also, they were in better shape then he believed possible.  The God picked up the rapidly cooling object to study the hard lines and squared off shape, which was covered in strange markings.  “Now where did this come from, ” he thought.

Just then, the earth began to rise over the horizon and, though he couldn’t say how, he was sure the object had come from Gaia.  It was her way of saying she was thinking of him and that he wasn’t alone.  After a time, a brilliant smile spread across his face then he began the long trek back to his castle.

Shield Time

As part of my new job I am now spending a significant amount of time driving or as it is referred to in the business “Shield Time”.  My day consists of up to three hours of driving alone each day.  That is why I upgraded my phone to strait talk wireless from AT&T so I could have unlimited data and more ram for music and pod casts.  One of the best perks is that I can now run Pandora on my drives.  Tonight I switched back to one of my go to stations for epic movie score style instrumental music “Two Steps from Hell”.  Two Steps from Hell is a band that creates driving tracks that would fit well into a lot of epic movies and the tracks that are pulled into this station include soundtracks to video games (Assassin’s Creed, Skyrim, Mass Effect) and movies/television (Game of Thrones).

One track this evening created a set of images and a story I want to share to show how powerful this music is and what you could be reading if you joined my patreon account.

 

Rebirth

by Robert Garbin

 

Intense heat radiated from the earth causing shimmering waves of air and gouts of escaping steam from underground water sources.  Quakes shook dust and loose gravel into the sky in large quantities.  Animals ran recklessly from place to place searching for some safe haven to little avail.  The entire planet was involved.

A small striped lizard stopped  nervously upon a hot rock, switching from one clawed pair of feet to the other in an attempt to avoid burning up.  A massive quake dislodged the tiny reptile from his perch.  Before it could recover, a large crack opened in the ground swallowing the terrified creature, which was then shot miles into the air by intense updrafts of burning air, smoke, and debris.  Walls of disintegrated earth rose for miles in all directions.

From space, the once lush planet turned into a ball of ash and soot with spikes reaching out past the upper atmosphere.  It expanded rapidly from the size of a small inner planet to that of the behemoth gas giants circling the star from the depths of the system.  With a final convulsion, the surface of the planet disintegrated, blown away from the hot core of fire at its center.  The flaming core pulsed as if it was alive.

Slowly the flames expanded like wings unfurling, a head appeared, while long tendrils dropped from the bottom.  With a silent roar at the universe the Phoenix awoke from its billion year rebirth and stretched flaming wings across the solar system before launching out into the gaps between stars.  Speeding away, the Phoenix left behind a trail of debris that was beginning to spread itself in a disc around the parent star.

Light Before my Eyes (from my Patreon page)

Evening folks, I am in an odd mood this evening, restless yet contemplative.  I need to create but am not ready to work on any particular project so I decide to revisit the poem I was working on about the vastness of space and the beauty therein.  However, I did not really feel like wrestling with rhyme and verse, structure and tempo so I decided to just write it out.  I give you:

 

Photonic Dreams

by

Robert Garbin

 

A photon of light has entered my eye.  An ancient photon has touched the receptors at the back of my eye and caused a series of electrical impulses that send information to my brain billions of years after the photon was first emitted.  Billions of years spent crossing the vast gulfs of space, being bent around stars emitting their own photons of light, a path full of gravitational twists that cause the distant from one shore to another to be measured in years of light travel.

In my mind I churn through these facts, wondering at the sites this photon of light has seen on its long journey.  Out there the star that gave birth to my photon has long since ceased to exist, nothing more than a nebulous cloud of expanding gases millions of miles across and yet too small for me to see without a telescope.  What societies did my photon uncaringly bypass on its way to me?  What alien mind might have pondered the same things I am?

The photon no longer exists outside of me just as someday the last reflected photon from me will cease to exist.  Will I be lucky enough to reflect a photon back into the vastness of space so that some small part of me can see the wonders of our universe up close rather than as a voyeur?   What a journey that would be.

One Surprise as Promised (from my Patreon page)

As promised here is the surprise.  With some money I got for my birthday, I decided to invest in myself by getting several prints made at the size they should be done.  Not only did I reprint “Quiet Strength – Silent Vulnerability” at double the file size, I also printed “Universal Eyes – Infinite Sadness” and “Mystics and Misfits” cover without text at double size.  In addition, I tried out different papers.  The new Quiet print was done with premium gloss compared to the old print, which was fine art bright white.  One thing I noted about the gloss print was that humidity affected it more, causing it to hump up.

Mystics and Universal were done on semi-matte.  I like both the fine art bright white and the semi-matte the best.  The matte gives the images just that little bit of pop with the shine, while the fine art make them look more like watercolor paintings.   I admit that I need to make an adjustment on Mystics because the green fog you see on screen at Mystics and Misfits Cover no Typography did not translate as well to the print.  Also, I think having the title will look better because I left a lot of dead space for that reason.

All in all; however, I am insanely pleased at how well these turned out.  You can now see the detail in the tiger’s eye to tell that it is in fact Jupiter and Mars.  I was shocked at how large the Mystic cover turned out to be at double size.  I knew the numbers, but until you actually see your creation in a physical form, you just do not comprehend it.  If you decide to get a print of Mystics at this size, I will direct your attention to the detail of the aliens shirt where I managed to create a really cool pattern.  Also, plan on a later ship because I will ask for a proof on my changes to see how they improve the print before I order it for you.

Finally, here is a breakdown of the prices I will charge for these prints at double size (if you want a double size fine art bright white, I will have to look into it):

Double Size Prints

Mystics and Mysfits Cover No Typography, 1 ” border, Semi-matte – $35 plus shipping and handling

Universal Eyes – Infinite Sadness, 1″ border, Semi-matte – $25.75 plus shipping and handling

Quiet Strength – Silent Vulnerability, 1″ border, Premium Gloss – $23.50 plus shipping and handling

Note: If you want a double sized Quiet on semi-matte or fine art bright white, the prices with change somewhat.  Also, I think it might be better to have a 2″ border because I was always told, when framing, that there should be a lot of border between the frame and image.  I have found that to work but the print price may go up a bit.  Contact me for more accurate pricing.

Original Size

Quiet Strength – Silent Vulnerability, 1″ border, Fine Art Bright White – $17.50 plus shipping and handling

A Little Imagery Before Bed

Tides of Light

by Robert Garbin

Tides of light wash upon gravity’s shore,

Motes of matter given blessed life’s sustenance,

Tiny steps long forgotten from time before,

Dead and cold anon our ancient utterance.

Columns of gaseous kelp ungulate in seas radioactive,

Pulled round clumps of density that warp,

Night sky made grand and sublimely attractive,

Infinities oceanic symphony for heaven’s harp.

Weather Update (from my Patreon page)

 

Work in Progress – Planet Speed Paint

 

As you can see, I have made some progress with the nebula (planet turned off).  I think it looks much better now especially the interior, which seems more like the flow of exploding material.  Also added some areas of fading luminosity.  Plans for now are to clutter the sky up with stars and other objects to settle the nebula in better.

On another front, I have gotten in contact with my printer about what was wrong with my first proof and they will make the corrections and sent me a new one.  Hopefully soon I will have my first full size print.