Dreams By Machine
Repurposed and Functional Art
Dreams By Machine
Re-purposed and Functional Art
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Arrangements
Posted on January 13th, 2012 No commentsAnd now, the stories begin.
Settling themselves into the ship and readying themselves for the journey? Dull and full of petty squabbles. Suffice it to say that all of the travelers are tired of one another by the time they’ve picked their berths, and no one wants to share a space with the Scholar OR the Princess.
The Dark Lady has many offers to share her bunk. She remains uninterested in personal contact beyond her food requirements. Food, in fact, makes up the bulk of her luggage. Frozen vials and bladders of blood are carefully stored in the coolest parts of the ship. She keeps no small creatures to feed upon, preferring the fresh taste of fear in new victims.
After all, if you can’t hunt for it, what good is it? You may as well dine off bloodsicles.
The Pirate Queen understands the fascination her fellow travelers have for the Dark Lady. She shares it. Since she has no wish to lose her fellows for the Dark Lady’s snacking purposes, she finds her a cozy and separate bunk without portholes. There may well be losses along the journey, but she’d prefer that they happen later.
The Dark Lady faces down the Ringmaster
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The Language of Selling Dreams
Posted on December 29th, 2011 No commentsAccording to all I’ve read, I’m a terrible salesperson.
I can get people interested in and excited about my work, but when it comes down to it? I know that you don’t really NEED what I have to offer.
Of course you don’t need it. You can live, breathe and eat without my masks, my clothing, my designs.
But your inner child WANTS them.
You want them because you always wanted to be a superhero or a supervillain. (I wanted to be a supervillain, since they had the very best stuff.) You wanted to be an adventurer, a stylish rake, a fairytale, an image out of a dream.
We are trained to want what other people have, to fit in, to become part of the tribe and to not stand out. But our dreams know better.
So, yes. You may not need a mask in order to survive. But you secretly want one. Period. I see you looking at them in the craft fair, the artisan bazaar, the nightclub gallery- and I see you looking away. Maybe you’re embarrassed to be interested in a leather mask in front of your kids, your friends or your co-workers. Maybe the pieces seem too showy and extravagant, and you just aren’t sure where you’d use them.
We all want to stand out. Our dreams aren’t about blending in with the crowd.
And I will not judge you. I only ask that you try on a little bit of your own inner magic. And just in case you actually like it?
Yes, they’re washable.
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The Quest begins
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Envy- the Absinthe of Evil
Posted on December 22nd, 2011 2 commentsEnvy was also known as the Absinthe of Evil. Her origins were unclear. She couldn’t really have been an embodiment of that Deadly Sin, but she did her best to live up to the legend.
The Queen did not want her along for the ride. But Envy (in one form or another) would haunt her and her traveling companions for the length of their quest and far beyond.
For we all want what we haven’t got.
The Absinthe of Evil
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The Fighter Wrath
Posted on December 21st, 2011 No commentsThe Fighter and the Pirate Queen had much in common. They loved the battles they fought, not for the destruction but for the sheer thrill of the fight. But while the Queen was skilled, the Fighter had spent his life in the study and practice of the fighting arts. His techniques were impeccable and his methods had the flair and style of a classically trained dancer. For all his grace, there was an undercurrent of anger and a burning desire to learn more, as though he could never be skilled enough. Fellow fighters, jealous of his abilities and lacking his fervor, called him Wrath- but never to his face. He was clearly an asset to any quest. But would he be willing to stay with her? She could not begin to guess his motives.
The Fighter Wrath
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The Ringmaster
Posted on December 18th, 2011 No commentsThe Ringmaster was a master of truth- that is, of finding the truth about others. His own methods were a little less savory. Brilliant, ruthless and devil-may-care, he was a charming blend of P. T. Barnum and a savage mercenary. He secretly led the guerilla forces that deposed the Princess’ father and despoiled her kingdom, and the price on his head was worth a fortune. The price on returning him alive, however, was 1000 times higher. The Pirate Queen didn’t trust him any further than she could spit whole watermelons, but knew his stories were sheer gold. And if all else failed, there was always that ransom…
The Ringmaster
Avarice as the Ringmaster
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A Side Note on the Sins
Posted on December 18th, 2011 No commentsWhat makes the Deadly Sins sins?
The Sins are meant to tempt us.
They are designed to entice, to tantalize, to be irresistible and beautiful to us. They are the temptation of the immediate, the quick fix, that which makes us feel good right now instead of creating anything long term.
This is why they work.
But Sins also have their own form of righteousness.
For after all, it’s only a sin if you feel it’s wrong.
This is the trick.
This is what makes us feel sinful, naughty and bad.
It’s the notion of guilt, shame, self-consciousness and fear of what others will think or say about us that makes these Sins deadly.
But what could make a sin fabulous?
Come and join your favorite sin. Let us turn it into something miraculous.
The Deadly Sins (less Sloth)
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The Lost Princess, fellow traveler
Posted on December 16th, 2011 No commentsThe Princess was the daughter of a ruling family of a lost realm. She moved with majesty and grace, and despite her regal manner was highly trained in the deadly arts. Her royal attire usually concealed a surprising amount of weaponry. While she once ruled armies of soldiers, she was perfectly capable of taking charge of her own battles. The Princess burned to find and rebuild her kingdom, and the Pirate Queen’s quest might prove to be a useful way to further her interests. The Pirate Queen did not fully trust her, but the Princess’ story was too compelling. Somehow, they would find a way to work together.
The Princess and the Pirate Queen
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Tales of the Chosen- The Dark Lady
Posted on December 15th, 2011 No commentsThe Dark Lady awed the Pirate Queen. This immortal woman seemed full of mystery and darkness. The Lady was the beloved of the Vampyr, full of seductive self-interest and casual disdain for those mere mortals who became ensnared in her charms. She was ferocious in fighting and in love, and took glee in the physical and emotional wounds she inflicted. But for all her ferocity, there was a naïve charm about her, as though she had no idea of her full powers. The Dark Lady was feline and graceful, yet awkward in her dealings in the tender emotions. There was a subtle vulnerability about her that entranced. While the Lady had little respect for human needs, she secretly approved of the Pirate Queen’s ability to fight. She would join the epic search, but for that reason alone.
The Dark Lady Lust
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Dreams By Machine: The stories
Posted on December 14th, 2011 No commentsIn the interest of welcoming you to this world- here begins the stories of the Dreams By Machine.
Once upon a time, in a land all its own…
There lived a pirate queen who longed above all else to make a story of her own, one that could be shared with compatriots. She fought many battles, danced many dances and triumphed over odds large and small. She had many stories to tell- but not one that could consume her or make her part of a greater epic. She grew up with such stories, and vowed that one day hers would become one.
She sought the company of those she admired, whose stories seemed beautiful and magical, terrible and unimaginable to her. The hope was that those stories could combine with hers, and together create a tale for the ages.
Pride: The Pirate Queen
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The start of the Deconstructivist line…
Posted on June 21st, 2011 No commentsNow just starting.
Lynn and Kristine of the Majestical Roof in Pasadena were both gracious and insistent enough to get my first clothing line started and out the door…
And now, here they are. It’s a good start. Thank you!
Next up? A proper photo shoot. Once I get into the big pieces, my little photo setup just doesn’t cut it any more…
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