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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Zuira CC66CC (LVL00@)
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Zuira CC66CC (LVL1˜@)
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Zuira CC66CC (LVL2˜@)
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Zuira CC66CC (LVL4˜@)
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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Zuira BB77CC (LVL2)
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Many girls in many dimensions, one mysterious piece of jewelry…

Zubaida
Zubaida, glowing and feeling at home on the playa…
Rhea
Rhea, in the garden, alone…
Giuliana
The night before her 18th birthday, Giuliana fell asleep on Earth for the last time. Later, she realized it was far from the first time she'd been abducted. Numerous troubling occurrences—occasionally inexplicable happenings that had punched confounding holes throughout the continuity of her childhood & adolescent memories—suddenly all pieced themselves together into a coherent, canonical whole, for which her current situation, light years removed from Earth, became the only possible, inevitable adulthood.
Arabella
Despite having gone to the lake in the woods with a trunk full of costume changes and the express intent to be photographed, Arabella could not shake the eerie sensation that she was being watched by additional, unseen eyes.
Astraea
Astraea, in her backyard, on Mount Olympus, presumably…
Julietta
Julietta was proud of herself for making it up into the tree without injury, though considerably less proud of the reasons that prompted her to climb it in the first place…
Hodja
The few seconds between bungling her over-practiced landing and actually slipping the black ring onto her finger were the most precarious of Hodja's entire life…
Elli
Elli had been angling for an invite to the Gomiumi Genomics Compound for over a year, knowing from the get-go that adding her name to the waitlist would lead only to waiting. But armed as she was with confidence, knowledge, & several years of study in Berlin under a recent Nobel Prize winner, her nascent experiments with CRISPR had drawn the interest of numerous colleagues, to such an extent that she'd been able to secure her invitation before even having to consider resorting to less savory tactics…
Orico
Although initially fascinated when they first appeared, Orico quickly came to realize that if she wanted to be able to continue lounging on the roof of her building with Larry the lizard, something drastic was going to have to be done about the gargoyles…
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…
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