Category Archives: Ontolosna

Chi Lin: A Character Study

Chi Lin had green eyes, a fine pair of boots and a weakness for lost causes.

Chi Lin in Sinop. Designed and rendered in DAZ Studio, Postworked in Photoshop. John Hughes, Jan 2011.

From the “Waterfall” draft …

Chi Lin had green eyes, a fine pair of boots and a weakness for lost causes.

Her boots were what you noticed first.

Her eyes, if you were lucky enough to be close and hold her gaze, were a shimmering cascade of jade and jungle green, flecked with the blue of high mountain lakes and the elephant blue-grey of monsoon clouds. ‘Aji eyes’, her friend Sharak had once described them, ‘eyes of promise’.

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Tlön, Uqbar, Orbis Tertius

I had in my hands a substantial fragment of the complete history of an unknown planet, with its architecture and its playing cards, its mythological terrors and the sounds of its dialects, its emperors and its oceans, its minerals, its birds and its fishes, its algebra and its fire, its theological and metaphysical arguments …

—Jorge Luis Borges, ‘Tlön, Uqbar, Orbis Tertius’.

Ontolosna: The Bright Journey

Some Recent 3D Art

Kut: Puddle Gods and Ecstasy Mules

We forged our gods of iron, of earth, of anger, all to the steady tac-tac-tac of an altar drum. We shaped our gods with passion, with patience, with a care born of the salt-taste of bitter memory.

We crafted our gods with the best of our learning, the hard-won wisdom of our grandmothers, the practiced insight of our lah mahs and shamankas.
We fashioned them from story, from fable, our most sacred truths, our wildest imaginings. We clothed them in myth, in fantasy, the harvest of a million hearths.

Finally, we gave completely of ourselves: our power, our strength, our volition, all that we held precious, or holy, all that we dared to hope.

Thus emptied, we sat at the feet of our creations’ cold, burnished forms, and begged that just a little might be returned.

And by the flickering of the copper lamps we shivered, and whispered among ourselves, ‘Where was it that we erred?’

For the gods, the powers, the kut, these are our children. And we have birthed them all with madness, for ours is the human tribe.

Jai Mah! Jai Ka’tamalah! Jai Komun! Jai Shalam’biba! Jai Mah!

The Thunder of Falling Water,
Vajan’ji, Byon of the Jade Tiger.