Nefertari
digital (Paper 53)
Copyright 2013 by A. Dameron
All original writing and art copyright A. Dameron 2000-2013
Showing posts with label egyptian. Show all posts
Showing posts with label egyptian. Show all posts
Thursday, April 4, 2013
Tuesday, February 26, 2013
Maat
Maat
watercolor pencil, Derwent Inktense Pencil
copyright 2013 by A. Dameron
Maat is the Ancient Egyptian goddess of truth and justice. She helped weigh the dead soul on the Scales of Truth against a feather. If the scales balanced, the soul was allowed into the Land of the West. If they didn't, a jackal-headed dog ate the soul. She recorded the result into a golden book.
watercolor pencil, Derwent Inktense Pencil
copyright 2013 by A. Dameron
Maat is the Ancient Egyptian goddess of truth and justice. She helped weigh the dead soul on the Scales of Truth against a feather. If the scales balanced, the soul was allowed into the Land of the West. If they didn't, a jackal-headed dog ate the soul. She recorded the result into a golden book.
All original writing and art copyright A. Dameron 2000-2013
Friday, February 8, 2013
Preview: Elemental Lands Book II: The Eye of the Falcon
Here is a preview of "The Eye of the Falcon", Book Two of the Elemental Lands Series. This is set in the same universe as "Elemental Dragons, Cycles One and Two." The action takes place in Shinwa for "Dragons" (based loosely on Ancient China). In this book, events unfold in the neighboring land to the west, Kemet (based loosely on Ancient Egypt).
Book III is tentatively named "Shadow Walkers" and takes place in the third Elemental Land, Rajan.
The Kemeti priests believed the Soul was composed of three parts, the kai, the bai and the houra. The kai was the physical body, the fragile container that returned to the dusty earth. The bai was the conscious spirit, who was aware of its individual thoughts. The houra consisted of the immortal soul, which survived from life to life. Most souls passed through the Trials of the Dead to eternal harmony with the Gods.
But if the Gods judged them unworthy, their houra hung suspended between this world and the next. Their bai wandered the earth, fully aware that their kai no longer existed, and fully aware that there was nowhere for them to go. They floated free without any anchor to the Living.
These ghosts walked through Kemeti Valley of the Shadow. They wandered down the familiar halls, searching for eternal peace. Unfortunately for them, that peace was as elusive in death as it was in life. Their relatives made daily offerings in the name of their houra, and if they were very lucky, perhaps the Gods took mercy on their souls, and allowed them to cross into eternal harmony.
Wind blew through the corridors of the Great Falcon's Shrine. It made the oil lamps jump and dance as the Shadows of the Dead continued their endless roaming. They never bothered to acknowledge the other's presence; after all, they were in the same Hell, the same never-ending chaos. When an unfamiliar Human intruded on their walk, it attracted their attention.
This particular man darted between the shadows, hid behind the columns, and disappeared into the alcoves. His feet made no sound upon the well-worn floor, made smooth by eons of pilgrims.
The Shadows took note of this intruder. Why was he avoiding the nightly guards? What was his mission?
Was he here to finally free them from their endless wandering?
One Shadow in particular watched with undead eyes. It narrowed those eyes as the intruder crept
closer and close to the Great Falcon's Altar. It took less than a heartbeat for the Shadow to realize that man's goal.
After all, that was one of its talents in Life, one that had remained with it in Death.
He held the stick of incense in his hand, the smoke drifting from its tip towards the high ceiling.
With a calm movement, he replaced the stick in its holder. The elaborate shrine in front of him was covered in thin sheets of gold, decorated with emerald and ruby. It housed marble urns within its recesses in the wall. The most recent addition sat prominently in the center.
Thank you for your vigilance, Father. I will deal with this myself. The Falcon's Son was an avatar of the Pantheon of Gods, a mortal among immortals. Of course, that bestowed certain talents on him which proved useful, such as when the threat of Death approached.
Senfu slowly raised his head, but his eyes never strayed from the wisp of smoke. The wind entered the chamber and drew the trail upward. The smoke gathered itself, changing and reforming before his eyes. He extended his hand in a beckoning gesture. It settled gently upon his palm as it gained shape and form.
Black eyes set into a triangular head, black feathers spread down a ridged spine, black wings open and unfolded against his skin. The claws hardened into steel, the edges just as sharp.
Senfu raised his head. With one smooth movement, he twisted his wrist and flung his hand out behind him. The ghostly bird streaked from his hand as it sought its prey. There was a heartbeat of silence; he watched as the tip of the incense stick flared brightly then become dark.
A strangled gasp broke the silence. Senfu turned slightly to see a dark-clothed man standing mere steps behind him. The assassin leaned heavily against the stone wall, his hands wrapped around a sharp object protruding from his stomach. The blade of the falcon-headed knife glowed in the light of the torches.
The Shadows of the Dead let out a collective sigh of relief. They nodded to themselves and resumed their eternal walking.
Senfu rose up from his kneeling position in front of the shrine. He walked to the man's side, as
the wind ruffled his long, unbound black hair He looked up at the assassin and saw himself through the man's dying eyes: a wraith dressed in fine cotton linen, his face with its thin mouth and hooked nose, the dark brown eyes becoming black in the darkness.
“Who sent you?”
The assassin merely gazed at Senfu, his face a mask of pain. The falcon knife moved of its own
accord, as it twisted and pulled at torn muscles and organs. An agonized gasp exploded from his lips, but he otherwise remained silent. His fortitude impressed Senfu, but duty forced the Falcon's Son to do what he must do.
Senfu placed his right hand on the center of the assassin's forehead. His mind instantly shied
away from Senfu's mind-touch, like a wounded animal fleeing from the hunter. Senfu examined every part of his mental defenses. They were crude, as if hastily thrown up without any care.
There, a tiny crack in that shield...Senfu pressed harder upon it and willed it to grow. The assassin's mouth dropped open, but this time, no sound came out.
Senfu heard running footsteps approaching the chamber. So, the guards and temple priestesses had finally realized that their Lord had been in danger. Very well, he thought, let them watch and learn yet again.
He repeated once more, “Who sent you to kill me?” At the continuing silence, he nodded and said, “I will find out, with or without your cooperation.”
The chief temple guard swallowed hard and murmured, “My Lord--”
“I require complete silence.” Senfu closed his eyes. He could not allow sentiment to cloud his mind, not now. This man tried to murder him, so the assassin's life was forfeit. The Falcon's Son understood this; the Priest mourned the imminent loss of life.
The information he sought lay behind a pair of locked bronze doors. The assassin had hidden it deep within his consciousness. A normal Kemeti priest would find access to it nearly impossible.
Senfu, of course, was no ordinary priest. He examined the doors, noting its elegant construction compared with the rest of the assassin's mind. So this was placed by another, one fully capable of the mind arts; another Priest or even a Healer, perhaps.
Such disregard for basic courtesy repulsed him. If his enemy had no such scruples, then he certainly wouldn't spare any mercy.
Senfu nodded to himself then proceeded to melt down the mental doors, from the inside. The assassin's rough scream finally burst from his throat. It echoed within the shrine; the guards and temple priests flinched at the sound of it. Senfu firmly closed his own ears.
The bronze doors dissolved into molten slag that burned and blackened all it touched. The assassin— his name is Rekathen, he realized—would become a drooling, mindless idiot after this was over. Senfu reached within and brought forth the steady stream of images. They rushed past him, over and around him. His trained Priest's skills separated the gold from the dross. He selected the pertinent details and discarded the rest. A man's life experiences lay open to him and he went through it all.
And the presence of the Falcon Shadow remained by his side throughout the whole ordeal. You are becoming a true guardian of the Kemeti people. I am proud of you.
The rushing river of memories slowed to a stream and then to a trickle. Senfu opened his eyes and saw the awed and terrified expressions of the onlookers. Calmly, he removed his hands from Rekathen's forehead. His body slumped into a boneless heap at Senfu's feet.
He took a deep cleansing breath and faced the captain of the guard. “I must recall my adviser. There is no time to waste.”
All original writing and art copyright A. Dameron 2000-2013
Book III is tentatively named "Shadow Walkers" and takes place in the third Elemental Land, Rajan.
Chapter One
Secrets
(copyright 2013 by A. Dameron)
أنا
لم تفعل أي خطأ ضد رجل زملائي.
أنا
لم أفكر أية أفكار القاسية ضده.
أنا
لم رفعت يدي ضد الأبرياء.
تسمعني،
O الآلهة
والإلهات. وأنا
أتكلم الحقيقة.
I have not done
any wrong against my fellow man.
I have not thought
any cruel thoughts against him.
I have not raised
my hand against the innocent.
Hear me, O Gods
and Goddesses. I speak the truth.
---Prayer of the
Deceased Soul
Kemeti Ritual of
Freeing the Immortal Houra
The Kemeti priests believed the Soul was composed of three parts, the kai, the bai and the houra. The kai was the physical body, the fragile container that returned to the dusty earth. The bai was the conscious spirit, who was aware of its individual thoughts. The houra consisted of the immortal soul, which survived from life to life. Most souls passed through the Trials of the Dead to eternal harmony with the Gods.
But if the Gods judged them unworthy, their houra hung suspended between this world and the next. Their bai wandered the earth, fully aware that their kai no longer existed, and fully aware that there was nowhere for them to go. They floated free without any anchor to the Living.
These ghosts walked through Kemeti Valley of the Shadow. They wandered down the familiar halls, searching for eternal peace. Unfortunately for them, that peace was as elusive in death as it was in life. Their relatives made daily offerings in the name of their houra, and if they were very lucky, perhaps the Gods took mercy on their souls, and allowed them to cross into eternal harmony.
Wind blew through the corridors of the Great Falcon's Shrine. It made the oil lamps jump and dance as the Shadows of the Dead continued their endless roaming. They never bothered to acknowledge the other's presence; after all, they were in the same Hell, the same never-ending chaos. When an unfamiliar Human intruded on their walk, it attracted their attention.
This particular man darted between the shadows, hid behind the columns, and disappeared into the alcoves. His feet made no sound upon the well-worn floor, made smooth by eons of pilgrims.
The Shadows took note of this intruder. Why was he avoiding the nightly guards? What was his mission?
Was he here to finally free them from their endless wandering?
One Shadow in particular watched with undead eyes. It narrowed those eyes as the intruder crept
closer and close to the Great Falcon's Altar. It took less than a heartbeat for the Shadow to realize that man's goal.
After all, that was one of its talents in Life, one that had remained with it in Death.
Slowly, silently, it followed the intruder, and
put all its essence into a single warning.
Senfu Khenamun, the Son of the Falcon of
Kemet, felt the warning before he heard it.
He held the stick of incense in his hand, the smoke drifting from its tip towards the high ceiling.
With a calm movement, he replaced the stick in its holder. The elaborate shrine in front of him was covered in thin sheets of gold, decorated with emerald and ruby. It housed marble urns within its recesses in the wall. The most recent addition sat prominently in the center.
Thank you for your vigilance, Father. I will deal with this myself. The Falcon's Son was an avatar of the Pantheon of Gods, a mortal among immortals. Of course, that bestowed certain talents on him which proved useful, such as when the threat of Death approached.
Senfu slowly raised his head, but his eyes never strayed from the wisp of smoke. The wind entered the chamber and drew the trail upward. The smoke gathered itself, changing and reforming before his eyes. He extended his hand in a beckoning gesture. It settled gently upon his palm as it gained shape and form.
Black eyes set into a triangular head, black feathers spread down a ridged spine, black wings open and unfolded against his skin. The claws hardened into steel, the edges just as sharp.
Senfu raised his head. With one smooth movement, he twisted his wrist and flung his hand out behind him. The ghostly bird streaked from his hand as it sought its prey. There was a heartbeat of silence; he watched as the tip of the incense stick flared brightly then become dark.
A strangled gasp broke the silence. Senfu turned slightly to see a dark-clothed man standing mere steps behind him. The assassin leaned heavily against the stone wall, his hands wrapped around a sharp object protruding from his stomach. The blade of the falcon-headed knife glowed in the light of the torches.
The Shadows of the Dead let out a collective sigh of relief. They nodded to themselves and resumed their eternal walking.
Senfu rose up from his kneeling position in front of the shrine. He walked to the man's side, as
the wind ruffled his long, unbound black hair He looked up at the assassin and saw himself through the man's dying eyes: a wraith dressed in fine cotton linen, his face with its thin mouth and hooked nose, the dark brown eyes becoming black in the darkness.
“Who sent you?”
The assassin merely gazed at Senfu, his face a mask of pain. The falcon knife moved of its own
accord, as it twisted and pulled at torn muscles and organs. An agonized gasp exploded from his lips, but he otherwise remained silent. His fortitude impressed Senfu, but duty forced the Falcon's Son to do what he must do.
Senfu placed his right hand on the center of the assassin's forehead. His mind instantly shied
away from Senfu's mind-touch, like a wounded animal fleeing from the hunter. Senfu examined every part of his mental defenses. They were crude, as if hastily thrown up without any care.
There, a tiny crack in that shield...Senfu pressed harder upon it and willed it to grow. The assassin's mouth dropped open, but this time, no sound came out.
Senfu heard running footsteps approaching the chamber. So, the guards and temple priestesses had finally realized that their Lord had been in danger. Very well, he thought, let them watch and learn yet again.
He repeated once more, “Who sent you to kill me?” At the continuing silence, he nodded and said, “I will find out, with or without your cooperation.”
The chief temple guard swallowed hard and murmured, “My Lord--”
“I require complete silence.” Senfu closed his eyes. He could not allow sentiment to cloud his mind, not now. This man tried to murder him, so the assassin's life was forfeit. The Falcon's Son understood this; the Priest mourned the imminent loss of life.
The information he sought lay behind a pair of locked bronze doors. The assassin had hidden it deep within his consciousness. A normal Kemeti priest would find access to it nearly impossible.
Senfu, of course, was no ordinary priest. He examined the doors, noting its elegant construction compared with the rest of the assassin's mind. So this was placed by another, one fully capable of the mind arts; another Priest or even a Healer, perhaps.
Such disregard for basic courtesy repulsed him. If his enemy had no such scruples, then he certainly wouldn't spare any mercy.
Senfu nodded to himself then proceeded to melt down the mental doors, from the inside. The assassin's rough scream finally burst from his throat. It echoed within the shrine; the guards and temple priests flinched at the sound of it. Senfu firmly closed his own ears.
The bronze doors dissolved into molten slag that burned and blackened all it touched. The assassin— his name is Rekathen, he realized—would become a drooling, mindless idiot after this was over. Senfu reached within and brought forth the steady stream of images. They rushed past him, over and around him. His trained Priest's skills separated the gold from the dross. He selected the pertinent details and discarded the rest. A man's life experiences lay open to him and he went through it all.
And the presence of the Falcon Shadow remained by his side throughout the whole ordeal. You are becoming a true guardian of the Kemeti people. I am proud of you.
The rushing river of memories slowed to a stream and then to a trickle. Senfu opened his eyes and saw the awed and terrified expressions of the onlookers. Calmly, he removed his hands from Rekathen's forehead. His body slumped into a boneless heap at Senfu's feet.
He took a deep cleansing breath and faced the captain of the guard. “I must recall my adviser. There is no time to waste.”
All original writing and art copyright A. Dameron 2000-2013
Wednesday, February 6, 2013
What I'm Reading This Month (Feb. 2013)
One of my creative New Year's resolutions is to finish all the books that I started reading...last year. I'm the type who never reads one book at a time, but multiple books at the same time. My husband (who's a one-book-at-a-time person) is amazed at how I can do this. Books litter the floor next to our bed. He claims my messyness gene has been passed down to our kids. At least they get it honestly!
This month, I'm reading these books:
1) Doctor Who, The Writer's Tale by Russell T. Davies and Benjamin Cook. How do you write for a television series like Doctor Who? RTD tells Ben Cook about his writing process, about his characters and how he brings them to the page. This book includes script drafts, revisions and little doodles by RTD himself. This is a fascinating behind-the-scenes glimpse at what went on behind the scenes during RTD's time as head writer (from 2005-10). If you're ever curious about writing for television, read this book.
2) Basic Written Chinese: An Introduction to Reading and Writing for Beginners by Cornelius C. Kubler. Language learning is more than just speaking it. Reading, writing and understanding it are just as important for communication. Words are introduced in context and are used in narratives and sentence drills. Many Chinese characters look similar, so there are exercises in differentiating between those characters. The enclosed CD/DVD helps with pronunciation and new vocabulary.
3) Temples, Tombs and Hieroglyphs: A Popular History of Ancient Egypt by Barbara Mertz. Ms.Mertz is the real name of Elizabeth Peters, the author of the Amelia Peabody mystery series (set in Egypt at the turn of the century). I've always been interested in Egyptology since I was a girl. The land of the Pharaohs have a certain mystical quality that has never gone away. Ms. Mertz tells the history of this fabled land, but not in a dry, scholarly tone.
4) The Egyptian Book of the Dead, translated by E.A. Wallis Budge. A translation of the Book of the Dead, a collection of spells to ensure safe passage into the Egyptian afterlife.
All original writing and art copyright A. Dameron 2000-2013
This month, I'm reading these books:
1) Doctor Who, The Writer's Tale by Russell T. Davies and Benjamin Cook. How do you write for a television series like Doctor Who? RTD tells Ben Cook about his writing process, about his characters and how he brings them to the page. This book includes script drafts, revisions and little doodles by RTD himself. This is a fascinating behind-the-scenes glimpse at what went on behind the scenes during RTD's time as head writer (from 2005-10). If you're ever curious about writing for television, read this book.
2) Basic Written Chinese: An Introduction to Reading and Writing for Beginners by Cornelius C. Kubler. Language learning is more than just speaking it. Reading, writing and understanding it are just as important for communication. Words are introduced in context and are used in narratives and sentence drills. Many Chinese characters look similar, so there are exercises in differentiating between those characters. The enclosed CD/DVD helps with pronunciation and new vocabulary.
3) Temples, Tombs and Hieroglyphs: A Popular History of Ancient Egypt by Barbara Mertz. Ms.Mertz is the real name of Elizabeth Peters, the author of the Amelia Peabody mystery series (set in Egypt at the turn of the century). I've always been interested in Egyptology since I was a girl. The land of the Pharaohs have a certain mystical quality that has never gone away. Ms. Mertz tells the history of this fabled land, but not in a dry, scholarly tone.
4) The Egyptian Book of the Dead, translated by E.A. Wallis Budge. A translation of the Book of the Dead, a collection of spells to ensure safe passage into the Egyptian afterlife.
All original writing and art copyright A. Dameron 2000-2013
Tuesday, February 5, 2013
Pearl Sphinxes
watercolor pencil
Copyright 2013 by A. Dameron
All original writing and art copyright A. Dameron 2000-2013
Tuesday, December 4, 2012
New art: "Lady of the Nile"
oil, 12x12
copyright 2012 by A. Dameron
on sale in my etsy shop starting tomorrow
All original writing and art copyright A. Dameron 2000-2012
Monday, May 28, 2012
Monday, May 7, 2012
New Art: The Egyptian and the Nubian
The Egyptian and the Nubian
colored pencil
©2012 by A. Dameron
Two warriors from neighboring warring cultures join together to fight a greater evil.
Friday, April 13, 2012
New Art: Bennu Bird
Bennu Bird
acrylic ink
copyright 2012 by A. Dameron
In the upper right are the hieroglyphs of its name 'bnn' (a foot, and two wavy lines like water). There are no written vowels. Egyptologists think the original word may have been written 'baanana', but it was first thought to be 'bennu' and it stuck.
All original writing and art copyright A. Dameron 2000-2012
Saturday, March 24, 2012
Time Travelers' Tea (Two Versions)
Here are two versions of the same painting. The first one was done a few years ago, when I was still trying to figure out my style. Three ladies from three ancient civilizations get together for tea. Greek, Mayan and Egyptian:
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Time Travelers' Tea (Version 1)
acrylic (paint)
© 2010 by A. Dameron
I decided to revisit the idea and tweak it a little. Here's the same idea, this time using a combination of mediums. I added a fourth Time Lady, from ancient China:
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Time Travelers' Tea (Version 2)
acrylic ink, marker, pen
© 2012 by A. Dameron
I'm curious to know what my readers and fellow artists think: which version works better? Please reply and let me know. :-D I don't usually revisit previous paintings, but I wanted to rework this one and I like both of them.
Thanks, Annie
Tuesday, March 20, 2012
New Art: "Kemeti Archives" (From upcoming e-book "Shadow of the Goddess")
Kemeti Archives
from my upcoming e-book "Shadow of the Goddess"
oil
© 2012 by A. Dameron
The Kemeti are loosely based on the ancient Egyptian and Mayan civilizations, as evidenced by their architecture. They are mentioned in the short story "Wood" in "Five Elemental Dragons: Cycle One" as neighbors of the Shinwai. The Kemeti feature heavily in the sequel to the "Five Elemental Dragons" Cycles, "Shadow of the Goddess" (Summer 2012).
Thursday, January 5, 2012
Art in Progress: Kemeti Temple
Kemeti Temple (work-in-progress)
oil
© 2012 by A. Dameron
This building is a combination of Mesoamerican architecture (the bottom half is based on a Mayan step pyramid) and a Middle Eastern domed mosque (the turquoise half-sphere roof and the tall minaret towers in the background). The general forms are blocked out, but I still have to add the details, such as the steps leading up to the entrance, the various flora along the river, and the geometric decoration on the dome.
Art in Progress: Kemeti Temple
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Kemeti Temple (work-in-progress)
oil
© 2012 by A. Dameron
This building is a combination of Mesoamerican architecture (the bottom half is based on a Mayan step pyramid) and a Middle Eastern domed mosque (the turquoise half-sphere roof and the tall minaret towers in the background). The general forms are blocked out, but I still have to add the details, such as the steps leading up to the entrance, the various flora along the river, and the geometric decoration on the dome.
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
An extremely busy week...and it'll only get busier
Nanowrimo stands at 40,567, two days before the Thanksgiving holiday. I'm going to try to squeeze in a few thousand before traveling on Thursday, but let's see how that pans out. We're going up to Roanoke, VA to visit Hubs's parents, aunt and grandmother.
I've also finished an oil painting based on the abovementioned Nano novel. Part of the story takes place in a land similar to Ancient China (around the Han dynasty somewhere, sort of) and I painted a temple loosely based on pictures of Chinese temples of that period. It's a fantasy piece, and not to be completely realistic, but I think it turned out pretty well. It took me 3 weeks to get it done, in between everything else. Now working on another oil painting of a building in the Nano story, this time a cross between Middle Eastern/Persian/Egyptian architecture. This book by Rob Alexander has been a big help, especially with the specific architectural details for each area of the world.
Speaking of art, the digital camera has died, and I'm usually ending up using my cell phone to take pics. It can be a real pain in the tucus, but the absence of recent photos of my art will soon be remedied. Hopefully.
Back to typing on my Nano novel...and hopefully I'll get that 10,000 words to 50,000 before November 30 rolls around.
Sunday, June 26, 2011
River Nile Blessing (30 Days of Creativity, Day 26)
pastel, pastel pencil
© 2011 by A. Dameron
#30daysofcreativity #day26
Sunday, June 19, 2011
Nefertiri's Eyes (30 Days of Creativity, Day 19)
acrylic, ink on Artist Trading Card (2x3)
© 2011 by A. Dameron
#30daysofcreativity #day19
Saturday, June 4, 2011
Imhotep Summons You! (Day #4 of 30 Days of Creativity)
chalk pastel, pastel pencil
© 2011 by A. Dameron
#30DaysofCretivity #Day4
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