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