Date: Meaningless!OOC Note: This is a journal thread dedicated to the perspective of Wendigo's Wraith, Donovan. Yes, there is a purpose to this.
For Donovan's first "thread", start here: http://www.mooncalfstudios.com/pathofth ... 64&t=15392
The bright world moves too fast. Peaces of moments hardly. Hardly-moments! Merely pieces of them. Pieces of mirrors. Look inside... see nothing. Nothing proving hard to paint. Needs black I can't find.
Tried to make red into black. Added more black. Just got blackish-red. A thought! Red isn't really red... it's everything else. Pushes red away, takes every else. Making black from red needs more of everything else. ESPECIALLY MORE RED. Tried that too. Didn't work. New red was too bright. Red stains don't come out. Like blood or wine or clay or blood again.
Red and red went round and round. Ashes, ashes... we all UNMAKE CREATION!!! Thought I had black, but didn't. Hard to paint a new image without the proper paints. Black might not be dark enough anyway. Look up, see black, but it's not dark black... only see that in the Shadow Realm. Need to coat the easel with Shadow Stuff. Only way to start again. Start with nothing. Can't just unmake easel. Smash it to pieces and splinters and fibers and atoms. Smashing atoms apparently causes great brightness. Never would have guessed. Need great brightness, but blackness must come first.
He's trying, bless his heart. Trying to stab a world. Bleed it to death. Not sure which one. Strings got tangled somewhere. Might not matter. Tangled strings. Got too much red in my black. Would start over... hundred years not so long... but the bright world is impatient. Everything so fast. The future demands to be the present, and the present can't wait to not be itself. Everyone wants their art RIGHT NOW!!! Very demanding. Very annoying. Like dragging a knife on the bottom of your plate. Stabbing a world not half so painful if we could just FIND ITS BLOOD!
Just a little. A drop. Drip drop!