Got sick of creating something repulsive, needed to create something beautiful, to clean my minds-eye, as it were; something that didn’t make me shudder. So, here we are, then… (:
She was born in a village in the shadow of the ruins of an enormous, ancient, mental asylum. Some catastrophic horror had befallen the asylum a hundred years ago, the patients had all escaped, taking the materials to build her village from the ruins of the stricken edifice. She is the product of a long line of feral lunatics. The very air in the village seems to pulse with madness. She is determined not to succumb…… sometimes, when the madness becomes almost tangible, and she can feel it stroking her hair, she sings the magic songs the pixies taught her, when she was a baby, and they used to climb into her room at night; the power of the songs is strong, and it pushes the madness back, for a while…… unfortunately, lately, in the quite times, her left hand has begun sending her secret finger signals… this is not a good sign…… fortunately, when she goes down by the derailed train, and the metallic bulk of it’s gutted freight cars amplifies her signal, she can still clearly communicate with the aliens, who still tell her they will be here, soon, and everything will be fine…
Model: Emanuelle Courtois Location: Junk. Mainstore, Junk
Seri has been killing time in SaNaRae Heaven Ocean (:
Seri’s wanderings are leading her to far less dark places, which is a good sign.This is outside some random roadside property she liked the look of, one of the hundreds of wanna-be rental realestate ventures we see all over the mostly, otherwise, abandoned spaces throughout SL. To be precise, I mean throughout the SL Seri and I see, we don’t hang out on private estates, so we can’t speak for the situation there. Anyway, we liked the look of this place, but forgot to record where it is.This is the extremely restful Plain of Jars. Nothing dark here, at all.And this is the 50’s themed destination in the Time Portal. Wandering through time, in the snow, at night, is slightly dark, but she wound up buying some purple, retro furniture for the gallery, so that’s all good (:
Despite her ruminative ramblings, Seri is still the curator of Placebo Gallery. She let me photograph her for a new sign to replace the pre-surgery one, which didn’t look exactly like the rebuilt Seri anymore. She said the old sign made her feel sad, and asked me to update it. She’s happy with the new one, and accepts that this is who she is now.