Burning Man 2010

So I entered in the desert, and found an incredible spectacle full of light and color, much more enjoyable at night.

At times, I had the feeling of being transported to my own town, when we have our own party here, also full of light and color. The streets get filled with lots of sculptures for being burnt the night of 19th, March, every year since I can remember, and more.




Light, sculptures and fires. Majestic shapes coloring a night that never ends, a night melting with the day created by the shininess of the glow emerging from the life that every piece conjured in this desertic place. Life from the desert, color from the nothing, highness staring at you, haughty, proud of their own intrinsic mysteries, just slightly revealed, to be guessed, by looking at them from the ground.







And who was telling me, when I arrived to the colorful fractal zone...



... that I'll find... these flowers?



I think that what I felt must be similar as what's experienced when you have a kid and see him grow, take what may learn from you... and transform it into his own identity.

I don't remember who said this, but how true is...

If you have an apple, and I have an apple, and we both exchange them, we still have each one, one apple. But if you have an idea, and I have an idea, and we both exchange them, now we both have two ideas.

And even more.

Neverending creativity. Neverending sharing. Neverending smiles on the process, talking directly to the other's minds, your heart pounding with the other's hearts, the only that we can see and feel from the others when the physical appearance vanishes under the standarization of beauty.

All these, is what I love from my Second Life.

Blue

The day you cried cold crystal was the day you remembered when his blue gaze pierced your chest, reaching your heart.

The cold disdain in his eyes withered it forever; his cruel smile threw it into the well where hope is lost, and sadness breaks your soul. There your heart was smashed, broken, a thousand multicolored shards that quickly grayed; leaving only the stench of loneliness.

Within his ivory tower, atop an ivory throne, he laughs as he plays - turning hearts to crystal, he always loved the sound of crystal as it breaks. In the end, your feelings, emotions, hopes and dreams... how different are they from crystal? So easily shattered on a whim.



This post is also published in The Night Corner

What have I done...

First, tentacles.

Now, this.









It's dangerous letting me use a computer.

Be careful...

This may seem a class running on creating custom characters...





They seem quiet, paying attention to something in the screen...





As time passes, more and more tentacles are seen at the Builder's Brewery...



They're obviously planning something. If I were you, I'd be scared.

Halloween Gift

There's an event organized at the Builder's Brewery, the Halloween giftaway. The owners have prepared a graveyard where everybody is putting their presents, for others acquiring them. I've joined the event with mine: a dark house, plus a collection of pumpkins and a set of (pulsating) ghosts.



Don't miss the chance! The giftaway finishes on october, 31th. See you there :-)