As the dim sun sets over the Lands of Chalk, a pallid traveler pauses by the lip of a crimson pool. Here, far from the summit of the Cashilima, another Lishvisi wanderer had fallen. The last few years had brought so many pools, so many pods; the pallid traveler hasn’t seen any fellow Lishvisi wandering the Chalklands in such a long time.
The process of resurrection can take decades, even centuries - and that is when many wanderers pass to cast the life giving dust of the Cashilima into a single pool. Now, so few travelers are free to roam the great crater of the Chalklands. Most are trapped in pods, submerged in pools that formed where they fell.
In time, the crimson pools will be filled with chalk, and the dark waters will become white. On that day, fallen Lishvisi will break free from their pods, whole in body and Awakened with new paths to wander.
The pallid wanderer reaches into a vase, and casts a handful of chalk into the pool. There are so many pools, and the Cashilima is so far away.
18" x 24" Oil on Hardboard, 2016
This is a gallery-quality giclée art print on 100% cotton rag archival paper, printed with archival inks. Each art print is listed by sheet size and features a minimum one-inch border.