The Vortex of Vor—A story in Twelve Parts . . . 9 of 12

And the tale continues . . .

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Like two swirling, spiral galaxies, the two stars now intertwined, then danced and played, and played and danced, in and out of each other’s spirally arms.

 

This duo’s pyrotechnic flash and dance, entranced the stars from near and far, drawing them forth to gather round, and see something quite profound. In awe of these unique cosmic leaps of flame, the denizens of heaven showered them with stardust and fame.

 

The Vortex of Vor, came by and by, and held them both up in her gossamer wings of lacy stardust. She gave them a kiss and offered her bliss: eternal light, and life, and song.

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The Vortex of Vor—A story in Twelve Parts . . . 8 of 12

And the tale continues . . .

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“A new body, oh wow!” She was pleased to see she liked what she found—a body that shined and glowed in the midnight blackness, while shooting off fireworks like a fourth of July madness!

Then, near the corner of her eye, as tiny as a fly, a star, almost cat-like it seemed, caught her by surprise, with a love bite of all things! It swirled and curled around her, as if it had a tail, then speaking with a slight purr, this gave her quite a stir, for it spoke in a funny way, oh, what could she say! It asked why she came so distant, why so far from home, at first she could not answer, yet from her mouth, without a hesitation she spoke:

 “To Play! To Dance! 

                              For ME! 

                       And for all the sparkling stars to see!”


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The Vortex of Vor—A story in Twelve Parts . . . 7 of 12

And the tale continues . . .

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In a flutter of a heart beat the motion slowed down. Where was she now? And what did she find? A new place! But how could this be? And safe? I guess she shall see. It was somewhere but nowhere and everywhere it seemed! She felt for her kitty, but kitty was not in her arms! “All alone, oh no! and my kitty she’s gone!” But no, that was not so, there were voices and song, from the outer reaches of space, as well as next to her face, voices calling out to her sweetly, soothing and strong.

In her confusion, without kitty she flung out her arms, grasping for something, anything to latch onto—there was nothing. Nothing at all! No hands! No arms! No body! All, all, gone!

She squeezed her eyes tightly, not wanting to peek, in case she might freak! “Oh please take a peek, you’re in for a treat!” the melodious voices did speak. She tweaked an eye open, just barely a slit, and what did she find? Spirals of stardust, sparkling and shimmering, coiling and spinning, replacing her body, her arms!

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The Vortex of Vor—A story in Twelve Parts . . . 6 of 12

And the tale continues . . .

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With a boom then a bang, loomed a voice with this command: “Open your eyes silly thing, you came for an answer and answer you’ll find!” spoke The Vortex of Vor, Goddess of Starlight, on this heavenly night.

With a fling and a swing, she opened heaven’s doors, sending forth swirls of bright light, and catching them in their downward flight. Swirling and curling, her fluttering arms, The Vortex of Vor, with a wink and a grin, gave them a spin. “Oh what is this thing and look at those glittering wings,” thought the girl, holding tightly to kitty, for all her dear life! She sighed with relief, a bit tired and wired, but at least not expired!

She held onto sweet kitty, with all of her might, and kitty purring softly, what a delight! Next, The Vortex of Vor spun them round and about, it was all just a blur, of human and fur! She wound them up tightly and spit them both out, with a shout: “here you go,” then flung them far out. As the stars whizzed on by them, at a zippy dip, in her throat was her heart, and a new fear that seemed, oh so near.

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The Vortex of Vor—A story in Twelve Parts . . . 5 of 12

And the tale continues . . .

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KA-BLAM! Stars splashed across the blackness, at dizzying speeds, first zillions, then godzillions, all at once, it so seemed. To the left they assaulted her, and again to the right! then above! and below! oh, this did not feel right! And now, even closer the stars gathered around, crowding and pushing from all directions, squeezing her so small, so round. And now there she was, all alone with them in this night, no bigger than dust on a pinhead, and so overwhelmed by this sight! Next fear—that dagger, kept carefully hidden in a box—it’s cold fingers reached out, like a sly winter fox, and took hold of her still beating heart! She lost her direction, her desire to dream, and began to free fall, and that was not all, she felt she could soon disappear forever, as quick as a puff! “Oh kitty cat where are you? this all is too much!”

“But kitty! Oh kitty! she’s still in my arms!” She came to the rescue, oh how she did charm, a fear that’s so ancient, and yet not at all then takes a deep breath, no longer alarmed.

“Oh kitty, yes kitty, I melt into you, you helped me let go, to something, and nothing, and you!”

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The Vortex of Vor—A story in Twelve Parts . . . 4 of 12

And the tale continues . . .

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Off, off to the window with kitty she leaped, flying over dark fields—with nary a peep—earth disappearing below, then heaven in reach, but no! She passed through! into stardust at last! which embraced and enveloped, as warm cosmic gas. Yet higher and higher, and still she kept on, not shielding her eyes, for the stars lead her on. The further she soared, the more she did strain, for what? she was not sure of, not yet, but soon she shall see.

She was on an adventure, a mission, so sure and so true, and with kitty, most precious of friends, how could she fail, how could she lose!  And travel and travel, they kept on through the night, this determined duo, with a desire to know, a desire on fire, a desire so right.

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The Vortex of Vor—A story in Twelve Parts . . . 3 of 12

And the tale contInues . . .

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Oh kitty cat, smart kitty cat, let’s fly through the night, then guide us and find us, The Goddess of Starlight, who will transport us on, from there, then beyond, to the ME in this life!

Oh kitty cat, fearless kitty cat, let’s do it this night, and do it we will without any fright!

Oh kitty cat, adventurous kitty cat, hold on to me tight!

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The Vortex of Vor—A story in Twelve Parts . . . 2 of 12

And the tale continues . . .

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A young girl, vulnerable and open, is wide-eyed to her world, a world fresh and undiscovered. It is a world that is mysterious, and at times scary, oh yes, with goosebumps crawling on her flesh!

With questions, there were many, some her daddy, he could answer, but not all, and that was where the problem falls, because, the most important question begged an answer, a question no adult could answer, a place no adult could go, because, it was up to her to know.

And to know was so important, but the how, was to allow, a mystery to unfold. Yet, for this young girl, whose imagination was alive, it would only take the blink of an eye, to fly into realms unknown, to understand the why.

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The Vortex of Vor—A story in Twelve Parts . . . 1 of 12

The origins of this tale began in another time, in another place, when I thought I might write a children’s story. I later inked the illustrations, while staying at a small hide-a-way cabin in Northern California. It was a special place. This hobbit-like cabin sat in the center of a ring made from the ancient stumps of redwoods. Well, as things go, it never got published. I suppose it was not meant to be. Anyway, I dusted it off and reworked it into its new form.

The story: a young girl’s quest with her precious kitty cat, that takes her to the ends of the universe. The action evolves over twelve posts, every other day.

And the story begins . . 

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Oh kitty cat, sweet kitty cat, come sleep with me tonight, and guide me, fly with me, to far away dreams, on this warm crystal night!

Oh kitty cat, fluffy kitty cat, stay with me tonight, let’s journey, let’s travel, to a time long ago, to a time when I lived elsewhere, a time I long to know.

Oh kitty cat, cuddly kitty cat, fall asleep in my arms tonight, we’ll travel off together, into the twinkling, starry night!

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OctoPUSSY – a micro sculptural neck piece

      A small piece of sheet metal. 

Add to that, some cat hair.                        

                  Then, lots of time to spare.

Ten hours, to be exact, while I waited for the art admirers, the looky-loos, the students, and, maybe the buyer, during spring open studios this March. There was lots of dead time between that occassional visitor. Enough space I figured, to allow the creative juices to get juciy. So there I was, at my work space, feeling creative and, why not, I had nothing to lose. In front of me was a small piece of sheet metal. I closed my eyes then opened them to the metal. I took hold of the metal. I allowed the metal to speak to me. “Make me into a neck piece,” it communicated. With metal shears in hand I made two cuts, one here, one there. It now had a left and right side, or the ends I would need to attach neck wire to.

A few visitors came and went, a beneficial distraction to the creative process, it has the  affect of refreshening the mind. Now, where was I. Again, I take the metal in both hands. “Go ahead, cut me some more.” OK I will. I had to obey. Creating is another world, or mindset, one where the logical mind is told to get lost, go away, come back some other day, because right now I am here to play, and you can’t stay. My hands took the shears again, cutting the metal in two more places. Next I intutitively bent and shaped the cut metal, giving it’s shape volume. Then I saw it, Octopussy! That was how day one ended.

The next day, I placed myself in front of Octopussy. She had an exoskeleton, or form for sure, but I needed to incorporate cat hair as well. The arms that extended outward seemed to call to MEow. While I rolled the hair in my palms, disks of flattened hair passed through my mind. And that is what I ended up doing, making disks of different sizes, wrapped with steel wire, which hung from the arms.

Oh, how I would like to be,

                         . . . in an octopuses garden in the shade. 

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