These are some sketches of some elaborate headdresses I created for a fictional culture that one of my story protagonists would encounter in his travels. The idea is a mixture of fictional and non-fictional ideas regarding what head dresses represent. These would represent, power, royalty, sexuality and engender ideas of anonymity of the wearer, similar to a masquerade.
Monday, July 8, 2013
Tuesday, July 2, 2013
This Child of the Stars: Love: Astronomer
This Child of the Stars: Love: Astronomer
By David Cortez
When we look to the moon at night,
dear ever watchful eye,
encircles patient mother earth
by day it says goodbye.
On surface rocky carapace,
dear Luna's nightly smile,
this little orb that loved the earth,
for ever more beguiled.
And like this moon of constancy,
our eyes fixed on the sky,
each night the stars and waning moon
are loved by watchful eyes.
By David Cortez
When we look to the moon at night,
dear ever watchful eye,
encircles patient mother earth
by day it says goodbye.
On surface rocky carapace,
dear Luna's nightly smile,
this little orb that loved the earth,
for ever more beguiled.
And like this moon of constancy,
our eyes fixed on the sky,
each night the stars and waning moon
are loved by watchful eyes.
My Father, Myself
My Father, Myself
By David Cortez
Is a man that stalk,
with shoulders like pauldrons,
defending his heart
as his keep?
Is he that shell,
opalescent mask sturdy,
that protects his
heart like a pearl?
Is he one, and twenty
more strong men,
his mind his shield
and sword?
Does he follow
in footsteps of fathers,
some known and others
still ghosts?
Or does he forge,
his own way,
through brimstone
torment and hail?
Does he leave it all left,
his soul kept bereft,
of failure, instead,
he dreams?
No, man is not men,
he is heart and is pain,
because man,
refuses to die.
And one charcoal day
when life string is frayed,
he passes the torch
to his son.
By father inspired
breeds debt of desire,
a new heart kindle
for fire.
And what, will new boy
decide, when facing the tide
in the deeds his father
has made?
In the life his father
has made...
in the shadow his father
create...
By David Cortez
Is a man that stalk,
with shoulders like pauldrons,
defending his heart
as his keep?
Is he that shell,
opalescent mask sturdy,
that protects his
heart like a pearl?
Is he one, and twenty
more strong men,
his mind his shield
and sword?
Does he follow
in footsteps of fathers,
some known and others
still ghosts?
Or does he forge,
his own way,
through brimstone
torment and hail?
Does he leave it all left,
his soul kept bereft,
of failure, instead,
he dreams?
No, man is not men,
he is heart and is pain,
because man,
refuses to die.
And one charcoal day
when life string is frayed,
he passes the torch
to his son.
By father inspired
breeds debt of desire,
a new heart kindle
for fire.
And what, will new boy
decide, when facing the tide
in the deeds his father
has made?
In the life his father
has made...
in the shadow his father
create...
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