The Making: Entry 5

The Stain

He who cannot paint must grind the colors!

A curious tid-bit; paints, dyes and stains were originally derived from natural pigments in plants and minerals. Tinctures of this fashion are created by crushing certain combines of organic materials and suffusing them with vinegar of one form or another.

What you see pictured below, is a pure extract of the exotic plant, Tainter's brush.

The Mix

The Mix

Tainter's brush is a flowering thistle indigenous to the moorlands. This thistle is much in the way of quad-leafed clover, which is often found in patches surrounding swaths of the hearty Tainter's brush. The hard to spot plant is often shrouded in Bramblethorn, as it grows very near the prickly cousin, which does not lend to its visibility. The other peculiar, defensive function of the plant is what botanists refer to as a "diminishing field". A diminishing field is a transparent, fog-like secretion which is emitted by the species stamin, and produces a blurring effect surrounding the entirety of the plant. This protective guise makes harvesting the Tainter's brush nearly impossible, and requires a specially tuned set of spectacles to find. Because each plant provides a mere .076 Milliliters of colorant oil, there is needed 14 bushels (that's 1,111 stalks) of Tainter's brush to complete a single books cover.

One might ask why anyone would choose such an obscure specimen, which is so ridiculously difficult to cultivate; and to that I proclaim...

I have no idea a'tall! In fact it seems absolutely ludicrous to me.

Alas, I do admire its dangerously intoxicating aroma, and its rich and decadent staining oil. In my mind, there simply is no alternative to the Tainter's Brush.

THE STAIN

The Yield

Once gathered, the highly toxic stalks of Tainter's Brush, must be squeezed in a very delicate manner, as not to trigger the very noxious secretion which would produce the diminishing field. We take every precaution at my shoppe to ensure that this terribly disfiguring event does not occur.

You see, the diminishing field of this particular plant creates a sort of vacuum not unlike a black hole, and those who so much as whiff the alluring wisp become immediately untraceable. This event has long occupied the studies of many prolific scientists, including the likes of Copernicus, who is said to have begun his earliest theories after losing his dear Aunt to the pernicious void.

THE RACK

The Finish

Once the oil of the thistle has been distilled, it is mixed in a 1/1 ratio with pulverized moss. (I do this largely because; of all the additives I've experimented with to date, I am liken this result the most).

And then finally, each cover is slathered graciously with the virile solution, and left to cure.

But please remember, my fiends.... As a cure can heal, a heal is never quite cured!

Make.Believe.Reality

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The Making: Entry 4

The Fire

A constant flame provides a constant warmth.

And so we tend the fire in order to provide a place of inviting and a seat for the story to be told.

While the fire is an excellent place to tell our tails, it is also the most tactile way we could imagine to mark our covers.

The Irons

The Irons

The Brass Tacks

You see, I have always preferred a burned mark to that of an inked print or an etched plate, it's just a bit more permanent. And so, a set of irons are needed for my books covers. As you see above, The Irons, made of brass, are carved from solid stock and produce a fine and even mark.

Finding the stock proved as difficult a task as any, as I wished to find the strongest alloy composition. I knew that there was only one man I could trust when sourcing the materials, and so I ventured to pay my dear friend Trismegistus a visit.

The Press

The Press

When I arrived at the grotto entrance to Hermes subterranean workshop, I was greeted, in disappointment might I add, by a note on the locked door.

Dearest Satyrus,
A breeze has carried me off the North shore. The smelting has begun.

(There was a scroll which accompanied this note, however, I will save that for another time.)

Now, It is no secret to me that Hermes has "his own methods", it's just a bit frustrating to travel half way round the globe to find a 'Gone Fishing' sign on the door of ones supposed host. And so instead of making the return trip, I decided to slide down the cottage wall and take a nap in wait. As I tipped my hat over my eyes, I sighed in a deep exhale of certainty that I would be asleep for quite a while. You see, these things always take a great deal of time.

The Stock

The Stock

The Alarm

A mere second after nodding off, I was face to face with a giant reptilian beast, breathing the foulest sooted breath into my face... (Yes, I was dreaming), and after inhaling a puff of the vile creatures ethereal plume, I jumped out of the vision and up from my seated slumber.

You see, while the winged serpent was mostly a product of my undigested lunch, the smoke was not! Hermes had left an alembic over the flame, and the whole grotto was catching fire. No doubt, there was a century of work being lost inside, and so I did what any reasonable wanderer would do in that situation... I ran!

But not before leaving a note of my own.

 Dearest Hermes,
Patience must be the virtue of which you went out seeking.
The Fire

The Fire

The Moral

Upon returning home, I was once again greeted by, you guessed it, another note and a package against my door. The note simply said:

The wise man does at once what the fool does finally.
                                                                      Hermes

He made no remarks as to the fire in his grotto, or the immediacy in which he had vanished, and so I have not raised the questions since. Regardless, the task had been completed. For in the package accompanying the note were the fine brass irons which I have shared with you here today, the irons by which I will forever make the mark.

The Brand

The Brand

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The Making: Entry 3

The Vessel

In a place of imagination, everything we do, we do out of love.

The Nitch is no exception to that rule, and so we feel that every copy of the work is deserving of
it's very own vessel.

The stew where The Glitch stirs the pot.

The stew where The Glitch stirs the pot.

That being said, we have chosen the form of The Saccellus (latin for 'small bag'), within which to keep-safe each copy. As I will explain, we had many difficulties in sourcing a fiber with strength properties suitable for our needs, and even MORE trouble in harvesting the Glitch stew needed to imprint the bags. You see, the swamp wherein The Glitch hunkers down, is a place not easily found, let alone returned from...

The Saccellus' post weaving, pre imprinting.

The Saccellus' post weaving, pre imprinting.

The Furserves

Our Southern sailing fleet, lovingly referred to as The Nethereens, searched for 11 decades before finding the fiber for our little bags. This should be considered by the acquirers of these little buggers, as no expense was spared in this lengthy effort!

Anywho, The fiber needed, turned out to be the back-hair from a race of jellyfish off the shores of the South Sandwich Islands. These delicious beings, known as The Furserves, and their fine yet indestructible locks, are just what we needed. As you can see, the animal produces an immaculate product, not to mention the corporeal remains, which makes quite a tasty spreadable!

Placing the Saccellus for imprint.

Placing the Saccellus for imprint.

The Stew

Upon finding the evasive Furserves a great celebration commenced, and the champagne flowed free, until that is, my Cartographer emerged from the chambers below deck with a swath in hand and a furrow in his brow.

It turned out that after a sample weaving, the fabric would not accept ink! This was of course most troublesome, after nearly 111 years at sea (cue the sad trombone). So our Alchemist set off straight away to develop a suitable substance for imprinting.

After exhausting every variable in our stores, the Alchemist turned to our last possible hope.... The Stew from The Glitch's pot. Though we knew it might work, we staved off the possibility to the end, for if it was to be our option, it would mean several more years of strife left ahead this journey.

The Stew from The Glitch's pot.

The Stew from The Glitch's pot.

Success!

As you guessed, The Stew worked marvelously, and so we had found the solution. And while I was quite unpleased to know that we would be heading back into The Glitch's lair, I was relieved to have a working method.

Now it was time to press The Saccellus.

Imprinting The Saccellus.

Imprinting The Saccellus.

The Result

And so my fiends, it can always be said...
While searching for magic, there will always be dread.
Though if you keep faith and you make strong your search,
The greatest rewards from your journey will birth!

The finished Vessel.

The finished Vessel.

Make. Believe. Reality

Satyrus Jeering


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The Making: Entry 2

The Hide

As began in Entry 1, The Snitch hides are selected on an annual basis, by the North American representative of the Order of Micronesian Shamans (OMS for short). This edition of The Nitch requires an approximate 1,200 square feet worth of Snitch skin to complete, which is the equivalent of about three of the gigantic, loathsome beasts.

A rendition of the foul creature as captured in my story The Nitch.

A rendition of the foul creature as captured in my story The Nitch.

Once The Hides have been selected, the cutting commences.
First the tools must be gathered, which include, but are not limited to:

The Square, The Edge, The Marker and The Blade.

Due to the high cost of The Hide, every cut must be made with ultimate precision.
Waste not, want not!

Next we make the marks and begin the cuts.

The Mark

Now, Snitch hide is no ordinary skin. It is tough, porous and extremely slippery, which calls for a very special type of blade. The blades we use are made of pure Unobtainium, which is quarried from the deepest aquifer caverns of the lower arctic realms, by a phylum of very unusual beings known as The Pessu-mystics. These freeze resistant, shell encased cephalopods, live in vessels which are lined with a rare-earth mineral that acts as a magnet for Unobtainium.

The beings are birthed in the deepest parts of the colder ocean, and as the Pessu mature, they migrate towards the equator, unwittingly attracting the rare metal to their shells, along their oceanic journey. A cluster of Pessu arrives in the South Pacific every 11 years, to a hidden place whose location is well guarded by the shamans of that area. The shamans then harvest the beings for their many medicinal and entheogenic properties.

The Cut

Unobtainium is viewed by the shamans, as a by-product, and so, select children of the area tribes are gifted the shells as part of a coming of age ceremony. The right to a shell results in great wealth for the bearers family, as they are traded for great sums within the scientific community. Intrepid expeditioners travel to this perilous region for the sole purpose of obtaining the Unobtainium lined shells of the wonderous Pessu-mystics, and they spare no expense in doing so.

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The Making: Entry 1

                  11/4/14

Good day to you, my dearest fiends.

I feel that it is high time I explain to you exactly what it is I do.

As you may have gleaned from exploring the site, I make faces and books. Now by "making faces" or as I often state, being a "Facemaker", I simply mean that I create masks.

Kronos by Satyrus Jeering (Leather, Deer fur, Acorn) Private Commission.

Kronos by Satyrus Jeering (Leather, Deer fur, Acorn) Private Commission.

A good many of the faces I make are for private collectors who need masks for theatrical productions or magical ceremonies, while others simply love to collect special things for their homes and walls. Lastly there are the faces I make to fulfill my passion for the craft itself, and these are always my favorite pieces!

Regardless the face and its purpose, you can always see my latest, shared works, on The Artifacts page of my site.

There is much more to my history of Facemaking, which my Cartographer is progressively divulging to my closest fiends via a monthly periodical called The Quill. If you are interested in knowing more, feel free to subscribe by clicking here.

Now that we have established my penchant for all things cranial, lets get to the other half...

Storytelling!

As a young Facemaker, my tasks took me everywhere. On my travels I saw the most extraordinary of marvels,  common and rare alike. But it was not the physical wonders like the Taj Mahal or The Sphinx that interested me, rather, it was the "other-worldly" wonders which held me captive. The Fae at Beltane, for example.

Between commissions I often returned home, to my adopted tribe in Micronesia. And upon my returning, the night fires always prompted the children's eager pleas for the stories of my travels abroad. Like myself, they cared not for my memory of the Stonehenge or the Great Wall, rather, the lore they craved was that of living magic! They clamored to hear about my encounters with the more magnificent beings, such as The Jibberish, the horrendous Gooble-Gobble and the fortuitous creature The Nitch!

And it is The Nitch, a favorite tail of the Yappish children, that I have decided to share first, with the world at large.

It is at The Shoppe, in Des Moines, IA, that each copy of my tail, The Nitch, is lovingly hand-bound, for you my dearest fiends. Now feel free to follow along...

First The Hide must be prepared.

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Each cover is selected from a large swath of 100% Snitch hide, which is an extremely rare skin, hunted by shamanic seers in the most remote, mountain ranges. While extremely wise, the terrible Snitch is an abominably divisive creature, the likes of which feed on any number of cherished personal possessions, including but not limited to; left socks and keyrings.

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Until the next entry,

Make. Believe. Reality.


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