Entanglement: A Love Story, Fresco Paintings

Threshold

Threshold: the magnitude or intensity that must be exceeded for a certain reaction, phenomenon, result, or condition to occur or be manifested.

This series was inspired by Norse mythology. Accordingly, out of the great void of potential power called Ginnungagap came two realms: Muspellheim, the region of elemental fire; and Niflheim, the region of elemental ice. As the heat from Muspellheim reached the cold of Niflheim, layers of rime poured into Ginnungagap creating a nourishing life-giving substance from which the cosmos sprang forth. Wyrd is fate, and the main force that determines the course of events in the universe.

Via Postel and The Wanderer are the lovers of eternity. She is the Void, He is the Mystery. This cosmogony is their beginning.


The remainder of the paintings are postcard correspondence between the lovers of eternity, Via Postel and The Wanderer.

~ Quin de la Mer

Mapping My Way to You… Wall by Wall

To The Wanderer,

Finding you in the microcosms between, beside, beyond. Place by place, wall by wall, layer by layer… I am mapping my way to you.

Love, Via Postel


A Murmur Without End

Dear Via Postel,

I feel you inside the details of my paintings, my lyrics. As I look closer, the gestures that are my life in motion are filled with you.

Love, The Wanderer


Days 23 & 24

Day 23: To Via Postel… Love, The Wanderer

Day 24: To The Wanderer… Love, Via Postel


drinking the blood of Oasia

For The Wanderer,

I smell the sight of you, see the sound of you, taste the feel of you…. and when I hear you, my senses explode into a symphony of epicurean pleasures. I remember – I re-member – us.

Love, Via Postel


Black Snake Silent

Dear Via Postel,

This is a creation made to quell the whispers that slither inside, invisible and unheard by those around us. May it extract the poison that infects us with fear and keeps us from our unique truths. I call it Black Snake Silent and it is a call for liberation from the venom that snakes its way into our DNA and passes from one generation to the next.

Love, The Wanderer


The Smell of Ice

For The Wanderer,

The smell of ice carries me home… beyond now… into a distant past. It is my center of gravity, my personal north pole.

Love, Via Postel


In the Pink

Dear Via Postel,

Breaking down the linear patterns… the lines… the points. Bringing you into focus out of abstraction.

Love, The Wanderer


Mer

For The Wanderer,

I look for you beneath the surface in the darkest place and when I am still, it makes its own light.

Love, Via Postel


Staff Paper

Dear Via Postel,

Making music out of dreams, out of memories. Writing lyrics with liquid light. Singing my pain, screaming my sorrow under water. Can you hear me?

Love, The Wanderer


At Death We Forage

Dear Via Postel,

This haunts my waking life…at death we forage. Is it death or birth? Is it memory or the way we remember or how we forget? Is it going home or returning or resisting? Is it nothing at all?

Love, The Wanderer


Cells

For The Wanderer,

Soul cages. I find them everywhere I look as I wander this world. Cells.. cells… more cells.

Love, Via Postel


Kafka Encoda

For The Wanderer,

I think of you when I read this passage from The Castle by Franz Kafka,

“There’s no quiet place here on earth for our love, not in the village and not anywhere else, so I picture a grave, deep and narrow, in which we embrace as if clamped together, I bury my face against you, you yours against me, and no one will ever see us.”

Love, Via Postel


Topography of Pink Noise

A self portrait by The Wanderer, made for Via Postel


Resist

A self portrait made by Via Postel, for The Wanderer


Reptile

(Left image, Reptile)

For The Wanderer,

Sometimes I am a dragon or a Phoenix… I am a reptile surrounded by the beating heart of a city.

Love, Via Postel

(Right image, Landing)

Dear Via Postel,

Receiving transmission… landing beside you… Feel my arrival.

Love, The Wanderer


Threshold

Dear Via Postel,

I built us an archway where we can stand together veiled from the world, and the echoes from either side fall silent.

Love, The Wanderer


Self Portrait

For The Wanderer,

Another self portrait for you…

Love, Via Postel


Shells and Pearls

Shells and Pearls is a series of fresco paintings imagined as lyrics; 3 created by Via Postel in communication to The Wanderer, and 3 created by The Wanderer in communication to Via Postel. The frescoes are installed in a narrow aisle, 3 on one side and 3 directly across. They have been labeled accordingly (e.g. Via Postel I is stationed across from The Wanderer I).

Left column: To The Wanderer… Love, Via Postel

Right column: To Via Postel… Love, The Wanderer


Storm

For The Wanderer,

I remember when you left the void and fell through the fabric of fate. A storm exploded and became the Universe…. and you the Mystery.

Love, Via Postel


And Once There Was

Dear Via Postel,

I remember our void. I remember when we were one.

Love, The Wanderer


Femur

Dear Via Postel,

My bones, blood and breath, for you. My strength, my power… for you. You are my pole star, my eternity.

Love, The Wanderer


Inking the Ghost

For The Wanderer,

I am bringing me into being … to arrive to you.

Love, Via Postel


Oasia

For The Wanderer,

As I look through waves of time, I see your face. Clawing at the surface to reach you…. to reach through to you…

Love, Via Postel


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