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Word Art: Saturn [Astronomy Series]

Last night I met someone–the new friend of an old friend–who had a symbol for Saturn worked into a tattoo on his arm.  It was, to my momentary bafflement, entirely unlike the symbol for Saturn that I’d traced and rendered into Word Art.  The symbol he’d chosen was one that dated back to Medieval times whereas the one I’d used had been swiped from the NASA website.  It struck me as an interesting object lesson in the mutability of symbols over time.

Saturn

Saturn

The one with the rings.

One, to be proper, with the most visible rings, since all the gas giants have rings of some sort.

(It’s also possible that one of Saturn’s moons, Rhea, has a faint ring of its own.)

But the rings of Saturn are bold enough to be seen easily from the surface of Earth through a mere telescope.

Galileo Galilei was first to see them through his own telescope, but as he knew now what he was looking at, he was perplexed by them.

At first he thought Saturn was “composed of three” and when the rings were tilted towards the Earth and thus unable to be seen, Galileo asked “Has Saturn swallowed his children?”

It was Christian Huygens, about half a century later who described “a thin, flat ring, nowhere touching, inclined to the ecliptic.”

Robert Hooke noted the shadows cast upon the rings.

Giovanni Domenico Cassini realized that these rings were in fact numerous rings with gaps in between.

One of these gaps is to this day known as the Cassini Division.

Even those with only an elementary school level understanding of astronomy will know Saturn at but a glance by its rings.

The rings are mostly frozen water ice in fragments as small as pebbles and as large as automobiles.

These rings are kept sharpened by the shepherd moons, which either take in or deflect any matter that drifts outside the boundaries.

The moons of Saturn are numerous. Many are given names of the Titans as Saturn the god was the ruler of the Titans.

When there were discovered more moons than there were Titans to name them after, other mythologies were put up to the task.

The largest of the Titan-named moons is actually called Titan. It is larger than the planet Mercury, though not quite as dense.

There is apparently some sort of liquid on its face, though hydrogen rather than water.

It may be a twin to Earth in its infancy and some have suggested a possibility of life deep underground.  Or, at least, a place where it could form.

The first to see Titan was the first to detect rings about Saturn–Huygens, again.

The probe that landed on the surface of Titan carried his name.

The orbiter that took the probe and also investigated the rings was given the name Cassini.

The Cassini craft also detected what seems to be water and ‘organic material’ spewing out of a geyser on one of Saturn’s moons, Enceladus.

(Strange that we looked for life as close as Mars and may end up finding it as far away as Saturn’s moons.)

Some moons of the distant past may have come apart as they drew too close or collided with something and thus formed Saturn’s rings.

(Perhaps Saturn really does eat its children.)

Saturn is the farthest of the planets to be seen by the ancients.

The Babylonians linked it to the harvest god Ninib.

The astronomers of China called it Tu Xing, and linked it to the element of earth.

These observers all noted the slow crawl of the star as it wandered on its planetary path and Babylonian astronomers correctly saw this as evidence that was the farthest away of the planets that they could see.

The Greeks also observed it, called it the star of Kronos (Saturn being Rome’s rendition thereof.)

The Greeks also called it Phainon or brilliant star (a strange term for what is, by comparison, a rather dim planet.)

This slow, sluggish moving planet was then associated with a certain sense of moodiness, to the point that to this day, the adjective of ‘saturnine’ is applied to describe someone who is melancholy and uncommunicative.

The planet itself rotates at a comparatively rapid rate (though the exact time of rotation as been a little tricky to gauge, the best estimates of all existing information time a day on Saturn to be ten and a half hours) but takes some thirty years to make its way around the sun.

(Astrologers make the claim that this is why people go a bit nuts when turning thirty–because Saturn is now back where it was when that person was born.)

Saturn has a similar magnetosphere to Jupiter, though a weaker one, and solar wind colliding with it forms flashes of aurorae at the poles of the planet.

Like Jupiter it also creates more heat than it takes from the Sun.

Cassini (the spacecraft) still watches Saturn as these words are written, so more is yet to find.

Since I’d done the planets in order starting from Mercury and working my way out to Neptune, I found myself occasionally referring back to previous planets as I progressed.  Since much of the words around Mars centered on the possibilities of life there I couldn’t resist making note that there are apparently better chances of life in the vicinity of Saturn according to current research.

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Word Art: Jupiter [Astronomy Series]

Jupiter was the first planetary symbol that, blessedly, didn’t saddle me with the tricky business of filling in words around a circle.  It’s also not a symbol that has too many pop-cultural associations, so people either know what it is on sight or have no idea whatsoever.

I started it on Thursday morning, the day before I was supposed to take the work to Chattacon.  Procrastination had once again backed me into a corner and I prayed to make it at least as far as Saturn by the end of the day.  (Fortunately, I made it all the way to Neptune.)

Jupiter

Jupiter

The largest planet in the solar system.

Two and a half times the mass of all the other planets in the solar system put together.

Unsurprisingly, it has been named after the Roman version of Zeus, the king of the gods.

The gas giant planets, of which this is one, are also collectively known as the Jovian planets.

Its twelve year cycle may be been the source of the twelve houses of astrology.

There is a storm that has raged in its skies for centuries, a red eye staring into space that is large enough to envelop the Earth thrice over.

The surface (if it can be called that) does not provide enough friction to slow it, so it spins and drifts at its latitude, though it shows signs of fading by degrees–it does not seem to be quite as large as it was a century or so in the past.

We have been looking in Jupiter’s direction for a very long time.

It is said that the very first transit of Ganymede across the face of Jupiter to be seen by human eyes was by Gan De, who saw it on a clear night without even a telescope to aid his vision, some thousands of years before Galileo Galilei put his telescope to use and saw no less than four distinct lights in the vicinity of Jupiter and came to realize that these objects in fact moved in such a path that it was clear that they circled around Jupiter the way that our moon circles Earth.

He attempted to name them after the Medici brothers, but those names are now nothing more than a quaint historical footnote.

We now know them by the name given them by Simon Marius, another astronomer who also saw these moons around the time that Galileo did.

Marius used the names of lovers of Zeus–Io, Europa, Ganymede and Callisto.

They are still known collectively as the Galilean moons.

For a time even Marius’ names were not widely used and instead the moons were numbered in order of their distance from the planet they circled.

This method is still in use to some degree but was disrupted when moons farther inward than Io were found, which rather changed the numbering.

The last planetary satellite to be discovered by the human eye is here–Amalthea (aka Jupiter V) seen in 1892 by Edward Emerson Barnard.

The movements of the Galileian moons disrupted the long-held notion that the Earth was the center of the Universe and that all celestial to be seen spun around it in some way.

(There was much handwaving about ‘spheres’ to account for retrograde motion.)

If Jupiter were any larger, it would have become, in fact, smaller, as the gravitational pull of the mass would have drawn all things into itself.

It is shrinking ever so slowly. At a rate of 2 centimeters per Earth year.

Its composition is quite similar to the substance of the Sun, though in different proportion.

It radiates more heat than it gains from the heat of the Sun.

It also has a magnetosphere that is so powerful and so large that if it were to be visible to our eyes, it would be larger than the Moon in our skies.

Its gravitational pull is strong enough to pull comets from the sky and break them to bits.

Indeed, the last time it happened it was quite the astronomical event.

When the comet known as Shoemaker-Levy 9 came apart and slammed into Jupiter’s atmosphere, nearly every astronomical eye was turned to bear witness.

Telescopes on the ground and telescopes and spacecraft in the sky took note and watched to see what would happen.

One impact alone from Fragment G was estimated to be the energetic equivalent of dropping the entire nuclear arsenal of the Earth six hundred times over.

They saw the fireballs flare and the plumes of the atmosphere and meticulously measured every last bit of it, finding substances like diatomic sulfur and carbon disulfite, which were surprises to scientists at the time.

(Jupiter, one could say, has a tendency to baffle the expectations of commonly held theory.)

We threw our own object into Jupiter eventually–the spaceship called Galileo.

Again, facts were written in roughly in order of what looked interesting, from historical discoveries to the red eye storm to the sheer delightful geekery of Comet Shoemaker-Levy 9 and those who watched to see it collide with the planet.  By this point, I’d gotten better at figuring out roughly how much information to gather in advance in order to fill the 3-inch-by-5-inch spaces designated for the text, which sped the process up considerably.

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Fun With Spam!

One of the rather disheartening things about starting out a blog is the realization that nobody but me is reading any of this.  Some spammers, I suspect, rely on this loneliness to infiltrate the comments of various blogs so they can seed their links for their nefarious purposes.  They use remarks that are generic enough to fit in just about anywhere and flattering enough to encourage the moderator to let them through.

At this point I don’t get enough real comments to worry about the burden of moderation but I did install a spam filter to help screen out the fake ones.  And what’s particularly amusing to me is how categorically and utterly clueless these spammers look when you compare what they wrote to the entry they tried to write it in.

This post is beyond awesome. I am always wondering what to do and what not to do so I will follow some of these tips.

If you’re going to follow the ‘tips’ in Icarus Speaks of His Fall From the Heavens, I really do wonder what kind of guidance you’ve been following up to this point.

Cool, there are actually some worthwhile facts on this blog some of my readers may find this worthwhile, I must send a link, thanks.

Keep in mind that the facts in the Astronomy Series are culled mostly from Wikipedia and modified by me, so I can’t really be–wait, which entry are you commenting on?  That Which Is Called the Heart?  I’m not sure what ‘facts’ your readers will find worthwhile from that one.

I’m looking forward to getting more information about this topic, don’t worry about negative opinions.

I appreciate that you’re looking forward to getting more information about Star Light Star Bright but I can’t say I’ll be writing much beyond what I wrote there about it.  And there haven’t been any negative opinions that anybody’s bothered to post, just a nice fellow who, well, let’s just hear him say it:

Helo
Awesome post – i’m creating video about it after i will post it to youtube !
if you wana to help or just need a link send me email !

Isn’t that sweet of him?  I should really get around to emailing irwlxxjg928@gmail.com and asking him about that.

I Absolutely recognise what your stance in this matter is. Even though I should disagree on some of the finer details, I think you did an incredible job outlining it. Sure beats needing to research it by myself. Appreciate it.

Thank you for recognizing my stance on, um, Venus.  So sorry we couldn’t agree on the ‘finer details’ of it.  Oh, and see above about research–I wouldn’t recommend citing my artwork as a source.

I’m going to go clean out the spam trap for this week but as fresh comments accumulate I might make this a periodic entry for my own entertainment.  (Pity I can’t read Russian–I get so many comments in it.)

Word Art: Mars [Astronomy Series]

I am not a scientist and have no immediate plans to become one, so when gathering the information to fill in the spaces on the planetary series I’m more interested in the cultural implications of the planets than I am in the statistics of the bodies themselves.  Mars is a good example of this.

Mars

Mars

Rusted red planet named for gods of war (Ares, Mars, Nergal, Mangala) or for the element of fire.

Once water may have flowed there. There is the slightest of chances that it may flow still, in limited quantities.

We definitely see polar caps, which do have frozen water but also have frozen carbon dioxide.

A flurry of speculation that the place had intelligent life at one time sprang from a single mistranslated word.

An Italian astronomer named Giovanni Schiaparelli took advantage of the clear view provided by a perehelic opposition of Mars to create a detailed map of what he could see through his telescope.

He saw a series of dark lines which he called canali, the Italian word for ‘channel’ or groove.

When his findings were translated to English, the word became ‘canals’ and we were off.

Percival Lowell published some three books detailing his theories that the inhabitants had constructed canals to transport water from the polar ice caps in a desperate effort to save their dying world.

H. G. Wells took that notion in turn, and ran with it in what was at the time a novel variation of the popular genre of the ‘invasion story’ using Martians as the invading force.

It was then adapted for radio some forty years later by Orson Welles; the panic that resulted remains legendary.

The popular assertion in the various fictional depictions of life on Mars was that such life was far in advance of our own.

Now what fragmentary evidence we have of any such life suggests that if were ever was life there, it was at best mere microbes that ended up trapped in rock and fosillized. [sic]

It is also quite possible that the traces of what seem to be a form of life may in fact be mere illusion, formations that resemble life but are formed as the rock is formed.

The human tendency in the brain to impose patterns upon randomness had many quite certain that a certain formation in the Cydonian region was a monument in the shape of a human (or perhaps Martian) face.

Upon more detailed examination, it turned out that the ‘face’ on the surface as, as the canali turned out to be, nothing more than an optical illusion.

Mars, of all the planets beyond our own, does seem to have the most of our hopes and fears projected upon it.

There is even a school of thought that one day we will remake the place into the sort of place we can inhabit freely.

We would need to thicken the air in some way, inducing a greenhouse effect in order to make the planet a greenhouse.

Water would have to be dragged in from asteroids and we may even end up building canals to distribute the ice as it melts.

(Would we call those born in subsequent generations ‘Martians’?)

Right now, even as these words are written, we are exploring Mars with robots.

Okay, even if the Spirit rover is currently stuck in soft ground, the matter still remains that WE ARE EXPLORING MARS WITH ROBOTS!

The surface of Mars is roughly equivalent to the surface of dry land on Earth, so these global explorers will map as much of the land as they can.

We now even use the surface of Mars as sort of a supplement to our terrestrial observatories by using the rovers we have on site to look up at the sky from that particular angle.

We have even seen the moons of Mars pass over the sun–the differences in size are such that they are seen as transits rather than eclipses.

The two moons of Mars are called Phobos and Deimos, after the sons of Ares, the Greek god of war (who was, of course, known to the Romans as Mars.)

Even the moons have made their way into our fiction–both Swift and Voltaire made reference to them, and this was even before they’d been properly discovered.

(In their honor, two craters on Deimos were given the names ‘Swift’ and ‘Voltaire’.)

These moons appear to be asteroids that fell sway to the gravitational pull of the planet.

A year to Mars lasts two years on Earth, and the seasons it goes through are also twice as long.

A day there is roughly the same on Earth.

Perhaps that is why we dream of one day moving ourselves there–even as small as the place is, even with fainter gravity and no magnetism to speak of it still, of all the planets in this particular solar system, feels the most to us as if it might be home.

Perhaps one day we will be the ones to cross the divide between these two worlds, as we far so long speculated that one day would be done unto us.

The trickiest part was coming up with turns of phrase that would allow for very short words just where the edge of the image met the edge of the circle.  I seem to have managed.  And, yes, I did shift a bit in tone when I went all enthusiastic about the whole Exploring Mars With Robots thing but what can I say?  It still blows my mind that I can say that out loud and be telling the truth.

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Word Art: Earth [Astronomy Series]

We don’t spend much time thinking about Earth being as much an astronomical body as any other planet in space, and I said as much in the text.  This one was both easier and harder than the other planets because of that.

Earth

Earth

We live here.

The most thoroughly explored planet in the Solar System, as little as we spend time thinking of it as one.

Formed, as the other planets were, from the solar nebula, accreting over tens of millions of years or so.

The crust was a molten mass until enough water begin to form to cool it down to solidity.

Water vapor, along with ice from asteroids and proto-planets which collided in the primordial times, led to the formation of the oceans that cover most of the surface now.

This is the only planet we know of with liquid water on it.

Any other place in the solar system where we suspect water might be found, it is to be found in the form of ice.

Most of the fresh water on the surface of this planet is also in the form of ice.

The oceans are salted with volcanic emissions.

They also form a reservoir of gases that sustain an abundance of life.

The average depths of the oceans are more than 4 times the average height of the dry land continents.

These oceans are kept unfrozen by the heat held in by the atmosphere.

The life on this surface has changed the atmosphere over time. (It continues to do so.)

Photosynthesis which evolved some 2.7 billion years ago, poured oxygen into what we now call the air, and thus were life forms that depend upon this oxygen able to evolve.

The flood of oxygen also led to the ozone layer which helps deflect the ultraviolet solar radiation, along with the magnetic field.

The gradual leak of hydrogen out into the void allowed the remaining oxygen to flow freely instead of being bound up as water.

These days most of the hydrogen gets turned into the H in H20, but hydrogen still exists in the atmosphere as the change of methane occurs.

Water evaporates, condenses and then comes back down to the surface in the form of precipitation.

The water flows to the oceans and lakes through a system of rivers and this cycle is essential to life on Earth.

The atmosphere also keeps the heat in and keeps bits of rock from space from marring the surface, the way they do on so many other planets in the solar system.

Large enough ones can still make an impact at times, though.

It appears that one extremely large impact in the far distant past was enough to form our Moon, as it struck the Earth with enough force to send a chunk of mass into space.

That impact may also be the reason this planet tilts so, which gives us the seasons.

The tilt is such that the lower portion of the planet winds up closer than the upper to the sun as the orbit puts the planet a little bit nearer during the southern hemespheric [sic] summertime.

Fortunately, there are more oceans and less land on that part of the planet so the heat is absorbed by the waters.

(We do have much to thank water for on this planet.)

The magnetic field of Earth is the strongest of any planet that we know of.

It appears to be a result of the heat of the molten outer core generating electricity which in turn creates magnetism.

The field forms a magnetosphere strong enough to deflect the solar wind and this keeps the atmosphere intact.

The exact locations of the magnetic poles are prone to wander from year to year and the field shows signs of having reversed completely, the last such reversal having happened about 780,000 years ago.

(Are we due for another? What a mess it would be if it did right about now.)

Even as hospitable a planet as this only has an eighth of its surface as habitable for creatures such as us.

Three quarters of the surface is submerged in ocean water, and of the dry land that does appear, a little over a quarter of it is mountains too high for us to occupy and another tenth and change is desert.

Two hundred and one nations each claim their portion of the land and the sea.

No one nation has ever ruled all of it, though some have tried (and failed.)

And yet we still strive for the day when we crazy humans will see that our commonalities outweigh our differences and learn to take the best possible care of this fragile biosphere in its precious uniqueness.

I could do it in no other color than blue.  It is the only planet I did in blue, understandably.  Alas, my Nice Light Blue Pen got lost in a bar somewhere when I was working out in the world and I had to use an imperfect substitute for this piece.  It seemed to have sufficed.

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Word Art: Venus [Astronomy Series]

This one, of course, confuses from a distance because the symbol for the planet Venus is also the common symbol for “female.”  It probably didn’t help that I used the purple ink for this one–though I could have gone the distance and made the thing pink.

Venus

Venus

Morning star and evening star.

The brightest night in our night sky, aside from our Moon.

Seen and named by many ancient observers.

The Babylonians called it Nindaranna and a record of its appearances over a twenty-one year period is one of the oldest surviving astronomical documents in existence.

The Mayans had detailed records of its coming and going and called it Chak-ek–the Great Star.

They timed everything from religious ceremonies to wars based on what they deemed auspicious positions.

The Ancient Greeks named it Phosphorus when it was in the morning skyscape and Hesperus when it shone at night.

In China, it is known as Jinxing and it is linked to the element of metal.

India named it after the saint Shukra.

The Yolgnu of Northern Australia mark its rising as a time to speak to the souls of those who have passed on.

The Maasai called it Kileken and it is the subject of a folk tale.

Transits of Venus are rare and strangely precious things.

The voyage to Tahiti embarked on by Captain Cook in 1769 was in part to observe the Transit of Venus from that one spot on the globe.

The mission was deemed of such importance that France’s ships were commanded to hold their fire against Cook’s ships.

The data collected there, in combination with observations from North America and Europe, gave us our first impressions of the space that lay between Earth and the Sun.

The transit of eight years prior showed observers the possibility of an atmosphere on this planet.

An atmosphere so thick, it turned out, that it crushed the many sent probes from the space program of the USSR.

The Venera (the word for Venus in Russian) probes include the first man-made object to land on the surface of another planet.

(Crash-landed, mind you, but still it landed.)

Another of the Venera probes was the first man-made probe to transmit data from the surface.

(Unfortunately, it was stuck so that the only information it was able to transmit was the temperature–65° C or 869° F.)

Another was first to transmit visual images and, later, the first color images from the surface of the planet.

None of them survived more than an hour at most on the surface before rendered mute by the pressures from the atmosphere (and the limits of their batteries.)

The heat of the surface is a result of the Greenhouse Effect as was calculated around 1960 by a graduate student at the University of Chicago.

(His name was Carl Sagan.  Maybe you’ve heard of him?)

It has been thought by some that the greenhouse effect was the reason that the planet no longer has oceans to speak of–that the heat was such to cause the oceans to evaporate into steam that was further broken down into its elements and that much of the resulting hydrogen was lost to the void of space, since it has no magnetic field to deflect the solar wind.

The surface is mostly volcanic and shows no signs of any plate tectonics, as on Earth.

There are two elevated regions which are considered continents (even without oceans to bound them.)

One is called Ishtar Terra and the other is known as Andromeda Terra.

Most of the features on the surface of the planet, in fact, have been given the names of women from mythology and history.

(One exception is Maxwell Montes, named after James Clark Maxwell.  It is, true to form, the tallest of mountains on the surface of the planet.)

The rotation is retrograde from its orbit, unlike most planets in the Solar System.

The orbit is nearly circular, with only 0.01 eccentricity.

A day on Venus measured by the sun would be shorter than a day measured by the rotation.

A year is roughly two days, depending on how it is calculated.

For reasons undiscerned, the intervals between nearness to the Earth (when it passes from evening star to morning star) are the equivalent of exactly five days in solar days there.

No rainfall reaches the surface, though rain can fall, composed of sulfuric acid, it just evaporates well before it ever reaches the ground.

There can be lightning, though, most likely generated by ash from volcanic eruptions.

The thick cloud layer kept the surface from our eyes long enough that many speculated that life might exist there.

Our explorations, at first with radio waves and later with probes, ultimately silenced those notions.

Colonization seems rather unlikely, but anything remains possible with time.

Did I mention that Wikipedia was my friend?  The mention of the Venera probes linked to a detailed entry that listed every mission in the program, when it was launched, how long the probe survived and more.  I generally picked out the facts and information in order of what was interesting to me and got better at sifting through things as I progressed further out into the solar system.  The results would be lousy as an elementary school science report, but they work well enough as the background for this particular illustration.

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Word Art: Icarus Speaks of His Fall From the Heavens

I’m doing this all wrong, aren’t I?  I should have worked my way through the Astronomy Series, maybe even a planet a day and then gone on to the rest of my art box.  But instead I go off and get all excited about this one piece I just finished yesterday and decide to do a blog post about that instead.

This was an idea I had bapping around in my head for a rather long time but had never got around to actually writing down until I decided to render it in Word Art form.  (This happens a lot to ideas I have–they seem to not come into their own until I find the right ‘container’ for them.  A couple of short story ideas of mine eventually blossomed into novels, for example.)  I’m probably not the first to have suggested that Icarus flew too close to the sun not out of ignorance, but as a deliberate choice.

Icarus Speaks of His Fall From the Heavens

Icarus Speaks of His Fall From the Heavens

They tell you in school that I was too dazzled by the sun to hear the voice of my father, as he called me to come down, not to fly too high, lest the sun burn the wax from the wings that he had built for us.

This is only partially true.

Indeed it is true that I was dazzled by the sun.

I was dazzled by all of it–by the wind, the air, the infinite skies and the sea as its surface was a mirror to the sun.

I saw clouds from the sky as I looked down upon them.

I saw so much.

It was not that I had not heard my father’s voice.

It was that I had chosen to ignore it.

What life would I have had to go back to after all that I had seen?

I had ascended to the havens of the gods, felt the breath of the sun chariot’s horses on my back.

To return to Earth and watch my father putter and tinker with some new invention was intolerable to me.

I had seen so many of the monstrous and terrible things my father had wrought with his technology.

We would not have been shut into the Labyrinth if he had not given Ariadne the clew in order to solve the puzzle of it.

He wouldn’t have needed to design and to build the Labyrinth had he not built the wooden cow that allowed Queen Pasiphae to satisfy her lusts for the bull sent by Poseidon and thus to give birth to the Minotaur.

And had he not murdered his apprentice, my cousin Talos, for fear that his talents would soon surpass those of my father, we would not have been exiled from Athens and ended up in service of the court of King Minos to begin with.

There was no home for us to return to.

Even if he were to be forgiven the death of Talos, the blood of all those youths of Athens, who had been sent into the Labyrinth in sacrifice to the Minotaur, was still upon his hands.

Even the wings on our backs which bore us were made from the feathers of birds that had been sacrificed to the beast in between full moons.

I’d gather those feathers as my father put them together to buy freedom for us and now that I had the air surrounding me, I didn’t want anything else.

I knew that I was doomed to fall.

I knew that well.

I had seen the blood of the youths of Athens as they had been slaughtered.

The stains still were upon the walls of the Labyrinth as I gathered the feathers for our wings.

I knew too well how cruel and sudden death could be, and how the bonds of ancestry or even family had no protection to provide.

I decided that I did not even want death in a withered body, confined to a bed, struggling to remember the brilliant moment I was immersed in.

I chose to rush into the arms of death while my life was at its peak, and not to let it slope down gradually like a fire burning on down to the embers.

I have watched from the other side of the Styx as many of you have made the same choices as you soared to strange heights on wings of your own, wings that brought you to the realms of the gods and showed you all, but wings that were just as fragile if you stayed too long.

They told you in school that I screamed in terror as I fell from the sky into the depths of the ocean.

Oh, no.  I did not scream.  I laughed.

Before you congratulate me on my knowledge of Greek myth, I should clarify that I myself knew only the basics of the story of Daedelus and Icarus until the Internet was kind enough to tell me the rest.  I am particularly indebted to the University of Virginia Library for hosting a translation of Ovid’s Metamorphoses that provided an index and hyperlinks.  Those details alone were enough to take up most of the allotted space and the comparisons between the flight of Icarus and of those who seek a different way to fly were reduced to an afterthought, which I’m actually quite fine with.  This was, I think, the first Word Art piece I’ve done where I did the radical idea of drafting the words out first before committing them to artwork.  There were, obviously, some shifts between the draft and the final, as the right word or turn of phrase would need to be shortened or lengthened to fit the space.  It also allowed me to cut lines that I decided didn’t quite fit before I’d permanently committed to them.

The image is a very sloppy homage to Henri Matisse.  Doing an exact copy of his own Icarus would have been pushing it, I think.  My first attempt had the ‘feathers’ drawn too narrowly to be distinct from the usual spaces between words so I set it aside and began anew about an inch and a half into it.  It definitely gave me some more insights into what works and what doesn’t in terms of words and white space.

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Word Art: Mercury [Astronomy Series]

About a month into my art career, I got it in my head that I would enter the art show at Chattacon, a little science fiction convention that I normally go to each year.  I downloaded and read the rules and realized that I’d need something to fit the proper themes of the show.

“I know!” I said to myself, “I’ll do a Word Art piece for each of the planetary symbols!”

Never was the timeworn phrase “easier said than done” more appropriate.  Granted, it did simplify things enormously–I wasn’t forced to rack my brain to come up with ideas and the titles were already in place before I even embarked on writing the words.  (Normally, titles come at the end rather than the beginning, which can make things tricky at times.)  The wonders of Google image search found me a picture of the planetary symbols from a NASA website and a little tinkering with GIMP rendered them the appropriate size so I could trace them to fit the 3″ x 5″ spaces I’d marked out on 5″ x 7″ sheets of paper to fit in a matching set of dollar store frames.

Then I had to actually write the words.  I checked a book out of the library to work from, because I wanted the solidity of paper reference, though I gathered the bulk of the information from the wonders of Wikipedia.  This is far safer than it may seem, since the Internet is not lacking for people passionate about science who will eagerly fact-check and verify nearly every line of such entries.  (As someone wryly observed, the thing about Wikipedia is that it works well in practice but it’s a disaster in theory.)

I wanted the words to be factual, though they were still subject to the mad poetical filter that the words tend to go through when they run from my head to the page, and it is entirely possible that there are some scientific inaccuracies contained within.  As the series progressed, I got better at gathering the information that was of the most interest to me and putting it to use filling in the spaces to define the symbol on the page.

I started with Mercury.

Mercury

Mercury

The closest planet to the sun. Possesses a magnetic field of 1% of the Earth’s.

This faint magnetosphere allows for a faint sort of atmosphere, as ions from the solar wind are drawn to the surface, only to be lost again over time.

It rotates so slowly that a day lasts two years.

The ancient Greeks named it twice–it was known as Apollo when visible in the morning and known as Hermes when visible at night.

As time passed and more was observed, they came to realize it was the same body.

Heraclides of Greece first suggested that the body orbited the sun.

Observations of this orbit in the nineteenth century noticed there was a shift in the orbit at the point of perehelion advancing ever so slightly over time.

Astronomers set to work and made their calculations according to the Law of Universal Gravitation according to Sir Isaac Newton.

However, the measurement and prediction had a gap between the two figures.

43 seconds of arc was the difference between what should have been and what was.

Urbain LeVerrier of France held that an as-yet-unseen planet, which he named Vulcan, was the source of the deviation.

In the end, the application of Einstein’s General Theory of Relativity accounted for momentum as well as mass and the 43-second difference fit in with those numbers.

From certain points on the surface, were observers able to stand there the sun would appear to rise and then to regress, and set once more.

There are shadowed spaces on the poles deep in craters where the sun never reaches at all.

The axial tilt is so small as to approach zero, so these spaces remain in darkness.

There may be water in those darkened areas, sheets of polar ice in place that remain unmelted.

On other parts of the surface, such ice would be vapor in an instant.

The lack of atmospheric gases with sufficient density leaves the surface exposed so that any bit of space debris can strike unimpeded.

So it is that this planet bears a resemblance to our Moon. (It is only slightly larger than our Moon as well.)

The craters are not quite the same, though, as the gravity is stronger so that the dust from the impact settles more quickly.

Several of these have been mapped, measured and named.

The Caloris Basin lies beneath the peak of the sun every second time the planet reaches the point of perehelion.

Others are named for writers, composers and artists of our times past.

The best known is probably Beethoven, but craters here now bear the names of Rembrandt, Matisse, Michelangelo, Shakespeare and Stravinsky.

At the antipode of the Caloris Basin lies an area known as The Weird Terrain.

There are also smooth plains where lava once flowed, as there are on our Moon.

Our efforts to look more closely at the surface have been a bit precarious, as any probe that is sent into that part of the solar system must struggle against the pull of the Sun’s gravity.

We have sent two such probes as these words are inscribed, and more are to follow.

There is still much to be learned, or perhaps confirmed.

The core seems to be liquid iron and the source of Mercury’s magnetism, but we hope to peer more closely and to be sure of this.

For a time, they thought that the planet presented the same face to the sun at all times, as our Moon shows the Earth the same face.

As it turned out, this was because the only times it could be clearly seen from our surface with the instruments at hand were when those faces turned to the sun.

As the instruments were refined, the details became clearer and the slow rotation of the planet was known to science.

We only know the core to be iron not since we have sampled it directly, but as we have observed from the distance and calculated its density and made our conclusions that it is how such a body would behave were that body made of that much iron.

(Will our future include mining companies to brave the heat and retreive [sic] the metal? No doubt such possibilities have already been speculated upon in some space opera novel somewhere in the stacks.)

As these words are written, there are three hypotheses to explain the density of the planet.

One proposes that the original crust and mantle were stripped away by the impact of a passing planetesimal.

Another suggests that the planet was formed from the solar nebula and that the surface rock was vaporized as our Sun contracted.

A third hypothesis suggests that the solar nebula prevented lighter particles from joining the material accreting to form the planet.

More shall be known.

It didn’t sell.  None of them did, perhaps because originals generally don’t sell well at that particular art show (or so I was told as I was checking my work out at the end of the weekend.)  It’s also possible I priced it a bit too high–I’ve since dropped my pricing to five dollars per square inch, having been taught by this that ten per square inch may be asking a bit much for an as-yet-unproven artist.

I did get many positive responses, though, which was encouraging.  I’m considering doing a series of the astrological symbols at some point, though I’ll need to get twelve matching frames together for that, so it may take a while.

Prints of this work are available here.

The original is not for sale.

Word Art: True Wealth

Do you want to be a rich person, or do you want to live a rich life?

The question came to me while I was doing my Three Daily Pages and it’s a phrase I try to keep in my back pocket as a perpetual reminder.  This was my effort to turn that idea into artwork.  I placed it in an 8 x 10 frame that previously had a picture with Terry Bozzio’s autograph on it.  (Long story, that.)

I tinkered with fonts in GIMP until I came up with one that gave the dollar sign and exclamation point a certain pop art sensibility to me.  I printed out the results and traced it on a light table, then got out the compass and straight edges to sketch out a no symbol on top of it.  Then I got out the green and red pens and went at it.

True Wealth

True Wealth

Do you want to be a rich person, or do you want to live a rich life?

“Both!” is the obvious one to choose.

And yet far too many people strive for both and end up with neither, because they do it in the wrong order.

They buy into the popular but pernicious notion that one must become a rich person before one can live a rich life.

But living a rich life is not dependent on the amount of money in your bank account the way being a rich person is.

You can live a rich life and never become a rich person.

You can even become a rich person and fail to live a rich life.

And it is a far worse poverty, I feel, to never live a rich life.

After all, a rich life can be lived at any moment, right here, right now, no matter how little you may seem to have by material standards.

Be present.

Your life is in this moment and you deprive yourself when you allow the moment to pass unregarded.

How many pleasures do we let slip on past our senses because we are too preoccupied with things we should have said or done?

How many sunsets unseen, how many songs unlistened to, how many caresses unfelt on our skins from the air, or the clothes we wear?

How much we gain from even how little we have if all we do is to pay attention to it.

What falls under your gaze does not need to be owned by you to be savored by you.

The sun is owned by no one and it will warm your face with the same intensity it will warm the face of anyone who turns to face it.

All you need to do is stand where it falls, show your skin to it and feel.

Be grateful.

The riches that you have become amplified when you take the time to celebrate their very existence.

Even the pains and agonies can become beautiful when they are blessed.

Every breath of life is a gift.

Kindly do not squander it so.

And above all things, if you wish to live a rich life, you must be curious.

Each new fragment of knowledge that you gain about the world can expand your sense of self, even if it is something as tiny as a new word in some language that you are still taking lessons in.

Each new place that you explore, whether in this world or in your soul, becomes a new word in the vocabulary of living.

Paid lessons are not required to acheive [sic] fluency.

All you really need to do is pay attention to the lessons life offers to you are any and every instant of time.

Even you. Yes, you.

No matter how you may have dismissed your life as too mundane to ever be worth looking at with a penetrating gaze, Look! All the true richness of existence, all the joy and all the pain, all the roughness and all the smoothness.

It is here, it is now, it does not need conditions to be fulfilled.

I want you, yes, really, you to embrace your life and stop with the waiting for the moment to arrive when you can begin.

Even in the most grimy and tattered of circumstances, there is something to be a witness to and something to be grateful for and curious about.

From there, all can be embraced.

Your decision to live life in all its richness should not be put off until perfection arrives.

Perfection arrives when you allow things to be what they are instead of holding to a standard that can never be fulfilled.

Perfection is not even a state of being as such.

It is nothing more than a value judgment.

We declare things perfection when they precisely fit to a previously determined standard.

While this works well enough when dealing in mathematical formulas, in the world we live in things do not fit as neatly into equations.

This is further muddled by the tendency for standards of perfection to shift somewhere in the processes of striving for them.

So much of our misery seems like one is trying to shoot a target that never stands still and yet provides no meat if it is ever brought down.

Clutch your tattered paper targets and all that will happen in the end, is that a new target will be set up all over again.

(Ready?? Aim. Fire.)

You can walk away from this game at any time but not enough people know any other games that they can play.

After all, it can be quite lonely to play a game of one’s own devising with no one else to join in.

Still, when the rules you write are made challenging and are only broken when they are truly in the way, the victory resulting can be particularly sweet.

Every rule that is lived by can be called into question and more than likely should be.

Any rule that can withstand some examination and remain standing is a sensible one to follow.

But–if you can provide no better reason for a rule remaining in place than “That’s how it’s been done before” it might need a reconsideration or at the very least have an answer to the question “and what else?”

This is the one time that you have to be who you are.

No matter what you believe to lie beyond the final breath, if oblivion or afterlife or even if reincarnation this is still the only chance you have to be who you are now.

There are no ways for us to start all over again from infancy.

All we can do is take the point where we stand and move forward with what we happen to have.

And life itself is abundant in so many ways that we barely take the time to notice it.

Each and every breath taken is a gift, but to take the time to be aware of each one is a thing we reserve for the saints or those who hope for more than the material.

If we can let something miraculous like that go unnoticed, then if we took the time to pay attention to each little miracle (for it is not rarity that makes a thing miraculous, it is what makes our soul stand in awe of it) then behold, life becomes limitless in treasures.

And, yes, indeed the urge to seek and find and to expand is important to us, and it serves an important purpose.

But just as the signal to nourish body can be perverted into what we call gluttony (one of the seven deadly sins, one could add but it is a sin that has lost much of whatever glamor that it might have had) so can the signal to nourish our souls end up twisted into a thing we don’t quite have a name for.

“Greed” does not fully work as that is confined to material wealth and very often our cravings are for intangibles, not just a car but the right kind of car, not just a house but a house in the ‘best’ neighborhood so we chase after these things and postpone living our lives until we can say that we have the things we crave.

When we get them (if) we digest the having of them for just a little while and then hunger, as it always does, comes back and we are back where we started with our lives on hold until the next craving is satisfied.

A hunger for food does not need elaborate satisfaction.

A craving that one has for sensual experiences, if it be sight, touch or sound, does not need the greatest possible of expenses to be satiated.

All we really need to do in our minds is to look at what is and to find it good.

All things turn into blessings of the greatest order when we realize this.

Even the pain. Especially the pain.

Richness of living can not be made of the moments without flaw.

It includes and embraces all pain as well as it embraces all pleasures.

It takes in the rough as well as the smooth, the stammering moments along with eloquence.

We have no interest in reading novels or watching films where all things happen easily and without any disruption.

Why would any of us seek to live lifes [sic] that would be dreary if written?

There isn’t any need, I should add, to stir up drama just to make your life interesting enough to be worth retelling.

Just pay attention to the details to all the textures and colors that present themselves to your eyes, to the details of life the moments of small grace.

You might notice that there is nothing stopping you from doing this that has anything to do with your income, your assets or your bank balance.

All that is truly required is the willingness to accept life as it is and to pass from acceptance to celebration to revalation [sic] to maybe even all the way to revolution.

Not the sort of thing that leaves people dead, mind you, but the kind that quietly topples hierarchies not by replacing the top, but instead by quietly removing oneself from below.

We no longer believe in the divine right of kings, why should we believe in the divine right of corporations?

They are useful enough legal constructs (indeed I have a few such entities among my friends and relations) but we are free to ignore them as we can ignore any other random stranger.

If we find ourselves in a position of subservience to such an entity, there are many ways to renegotiate whatever contract we may be bound by.

But this is a digression, since life in all its confounding beauty and trouble precedes the concepts that gave birth to this thing we call the corporation by more ages than we can count.

The pursuit of material wealth above any other consideration is indeed nothing new and the sages (and even the fools) have had much to say against the tendency.

The fact that so much as been said for so long is a signal that we should consider what has really changed in the end.

The many and various reassurances from those who preach the gospels of what they call ‘prosperity’ that there is no shame in wealth should really make one wonder why they felt the need to bring it up if it wasn’t a problem.

But I am, honestly, not in opposition to money itself. It is still handy stuff to have.

My objection is to the placement of money above all other matters of consideration.

Honor without wealth is greater than wealth without honor.

Beauty without wealth will always surpass wealth without beauty.

Having money in the bank does not make your life inherently more precious or more valuable than any other person’s life.  A life is a life is a life.

You should measure your life by what you have done, not by what you happen to have.

Material goods can be taken or destroyed.

Even the wealth we keep in the bank can vanish with the stroke of a pen or the tap of a keyboard.

What what [sic] you have done, who you have loved, what you have seen and experienced, those can never be truly taken away.

And the purity and quality of those acts, those loves, of what you have seen and known and let flow through you, these cannot be measured in market forces or even truly quantified.

And thus is it wealth beyond counting.

And the best part is this–once you stop worrying so much about how to become a rich person and focus on living a rich life, it becomes easier to decline the drains on money that we allow in the hopes of filling in the hollow spaces.

When we stop spending money on things that don’t matter we have more money for the things that do and thus a rich life leads to wealth in both realms of it.

Therefore, life richly–be present, be grateful, be curious and you will find that all else will follow.

Strip your expectations down to the minimum and you will discover that you are already surrounded by ridiculous abundance.

Learn, love, live, savor and life will gladly open itself to you if all you do is notice what a gift it truly is.

2,103 words, in case you wondered.  It took me over an hour to transcribe the results.  Somewhere halfway through, I decided to sketch in lines to guide the text instead of using the edge of a piece of paper, as I’d been doing previously, and found the going a good deal smoother.

Because I took to pricing my art at five dollars per square inch, it is with some amusement that I note that it was the most expensive piece on my table at the Upper West Side Folk Art Market.

Prints of this work are available here.

The original is not for sale.

Word Art: Contraction and Expansion

This one was created on the first day of 2010 to fill in a small black frame I’d picked up in a thrift shop run.  I suppose it would have been appropriate to do something about new beginnings or fresh starts, but instead I did this:

Contraction and Expansion

Contraction and Expansion

This is what they try to tell us: that the world is diminishing, the world is collapsing and contracting.

What is little will soon be less, and we’d best grab what we can while it can still be obtained from the fading supply.

Everything will run out, they tell us, so many people in the world want what we have and it must be defended from being taken away from us.

Hold on to your gold and your cash, they tell us, or it disappears into nothing.

But what if this was not really true?

What if there really was more than enough for all of us?

What if we stopped the perpetual chase for a lifestyle that cannot be sustained in the limits of our resources and found ways to make sure that all were fed and clothed and well and free to life life in all its marvel and wonder?

Do any of us really need more house than we can occupy or money than we can ever hope to spend?

What if we truly learned to be content and no longer needed to buy things we barely use?

What if we learned to measure wealth in how we make use of the gift of life instead of how much owned?

The thoughts were cut off abruptly by the limitations of space, which is probably why I made True Wealth so large to make up for that, since I have much to ramble about on that subject.  I gave serious thought to scrapping this one entirely and starting all over, but it seems to have settled into place and now I am reluctant to destroy it.

Prints of this work are available here.

The original has been sold.