postcards from cerebria

“we come from the shadows and are three voids
silent and speaking of our port cerebria” – we three voids

An ongoing (late 2019 – 2020) folio of postcards and word pieces celebrating cerebria.

Watercolour, gouache and digital images, and word/instrumental pieces with audio. (Click on a heading below to open the related word piece.)

A clavis, or key to the realm.

greetings from cerebria

greetings from cerebria

we three voids

“seeing again the comets passing over
the timeless scripts of authority” – we three voids

cerebrian song bird

cerebrian song bird

epynean inquiry

“where the dark winds ever blow
the song bird inquires” – epynean inquiry

cerebrian lyre bird

cerebrian lyre bird

placards, cerebria

placards, cerebria

orange grove cerebria

orange grove cerebria

epynean newsletter

“we speak of unison, the epynean,
silent, softly resounding, the hidden voice existing from the first” – epynean newsletter

sailors’ song

“with roundels, clogs and mandolin
let’s dance the three dour siblings in!” – sailors’ song

Instrumental version of sailors’ song – with preceeding and ending fanfares on kanak; and accompaniment on cerebrian mandolin (larger file size):

sailors of cerebria

sailors of cerebria

disembarkation

disembarkation

sailor of the orange realm of cerebria

sailor of the orange realm of cerebria

invocation in two voices

“now speak to us of deeper things
of how we came to be” – invocation in two voices

oh voids of valence visit here

oh voids of valence visit here

into the round

into the round

telachian whirl

“come into the round with your ancient footwork
mark the space with measures” – telachian whirl

paean in two voices

“let’s glean the great insight
revere the recondite” – paean in two voices

revere the recondite

revere the recondite

dies noctesque mysteria circumdata

dies noctesque mysteria circumdata

timeless scripts of authority

timeless scripts of authority

vates non bestiae

vates non bestiae

sailor carving a glyph

sailor carving a glyph

sailor’s ode

“for you speak texts of merit, of the arcane
in voices of an austere harmonic” – sailor’s ode

of a comet

“we speak of close passing
of perizol over the realm” – of a comet