Zuira put on the black ring and wished for snow. Despite walking in it now long enough for her fingers to become numb with the cold, she still hasn't quite managed to convince herself it wasn't just a coincidence. Which meant she would need confirmation. She would need to make another wish.
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About My Process
As mentioned elsewhere, it's been difficult for me, an admittedly self-sabotaging perfectionist, to go back and look at some of these older images and resist updating them with improved techniques and technologies I've learned/incorporated since I originally published them, particularly since there is essentially zero risk of "ruining" the originals in the digital realm. In Zuira's case, I did not resist, and the new, expanded set of revisions above was made a little more than 2 years after the originals below were published to Instagram.
Recently, while outlining my general creation process during conversation, I was asked what the practical application for all of this was. To be honest, I have rarely considered the practicality (of the process or the output) at all. I've just been experimenting and "following my [artistic] nose," as it were. Generating content to post online is largely a bonus/afterthought.
So, yes, I realize that it would be hard to make any substantial argument that the additional details added to the newer versions (of any of these girls) were strictly necessary, but then again, the creation of the original iterations was equally without necessity. I just did it (and occasionally re-did it) because I was swept up in the making of it, which is a feeling I've always enjoyed, and had missed for many years during which I made no visual art whatsoever.
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From a latent space containing billions of dimensions, clear voices ring out…

Karina
Karina returned to campus just as the mushrooms were kicking in…
Talula
Talula had come to prefer hosting her own gatherings rather than visiting anyone else's home, as few other hosts turned out to be amenable to the trail of flora that sprang up from whatever surface she'd just stepped upon. She was gradually training herself to control the appearance and rate of growth of this vegetative trail, but for the moment it was still beyond her ability to stop it completely…
Ether
Ether lived in a liminal space. Though her childhood had been Earth-typical, in her teens she'd begun to "phase out," not mentally (like every other high school student), but physically. From her perspective, her surroundings & everyone in them would disappear, leaving behind a bare scaffolding of wherever she'd started, seeming both under construction & on its last legs simultaneously…
Zubaida
Zubaida, glowing and feeling at home on the playa…
Flynne
Flynne, assuring a potential customer that she would not have traveled nearly so far if she was just another purveyor of crystals that don't actually work…
Angelia
Angelia, waiting to catch a flight home…
Dani
Dani often dreamt she was jumping around an inflatable bounce house, but she'd never before woken up in one…
Elyria
When Elyria found the black ring, she used it as an escape hatch from her own life, exempting herself from the toils of work & school & embarking on a vacation cruise around the world. She wanted a life worth taking pictures of, like so many others' lives she'd been following online. But after a few months at sea, & stops at more than a dozen tropical destinations, she found herself once again growing just as bored as she'd been at work & at school. She began to feel as if the very palm trees were mocking her, the rolling tides laughing at the flimsiness of her wishes.
Raven
Raven, aglow with job satisfaction at the Museum of the Odd…
Zofya
Zofya had long ago achieved a level of fame at which everyone knew her last name, but rarely felt a need to use it. She was a singular talent, a fact made all the more evident by the unprecedented scope of her interplanetary concert tour, and her insistence on traveling to perform in the flesh, rather than relying on the industry standard remote holographic projections. Still, by the last leg of her year-long journey around the galaxy, she was as ready as anyone would be to get home to Earth and take a break.
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