Nov 192014
 

Sometimes, half asleep or delirious, like from behind a paper wall we hear in our minds strange words or see strange pictures. Shadows or glimpses of what didn’t happen, won’t happen, wouldn’t happen. Or did it, will it, would it? How could the impossible be possible? How could an ordinary being to comprehend the Impossible and then go back to live an ordinary life? Will this being’s values stay unshattered afterwards?

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The retreat at the Crossroads looked as a giant spaceship mostly buried underground. Like a metallic iceberg the very top of which is just above the surface. In the gaps between blossoming vines travellers could see dull bronze shine of (presumably) an alien contraption, all rivets and elegant curves.

 

Soon the hostess would come out, barefoot, ageless, long worn dress with unearthly patterns, platinum blond hair in a messy bun. She would offer a cup of herbal tea at a wooden table in a wild lush garden. Her mysterious blue eyes would carefully study you. If you are lucky she would offer a room to stay.   Inside you’ll find aged red damask fabric on the walls, plenty of dull bronze-like metal and other discolored leftovers of once opulent alien interior. The hostess will talk to you a bit. Be honest because lying won’t work. Be honest and you might hear a story or two of travelling between worlds, of danger and laughter, of friendship and love. She will talk to you because she is waiting and had been waiting for a very long time. She need to know when a right person will knock on her oval alien door.

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Oct 302014
 

This is an old illustration I did for a science (fan) fiction novel we were writing with my hight school era friends.

A mother is serving tea to three kids, their dog is watching. Warm evening, veranda, moths circling the lamp. This woman worked hard to create her own little paradise, a perfect house in the woods on a green beautiful planet, hiding from the past, from the enormous Universe full of stars, horrors and wonderfull mysteries.

But her elder kid is weird. In a moment he will start seeing things, she will break a cup and all her cute world will break to million pieces…

I bet JJ Abrams won’t come up with anything like this. 🙂

Soft pastels and black watercolor on cardboard, late 1980s – early 1990s.

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Oct 062011
 

Mysterious Sea Phone Iphone 4 Cases by Alexandra Cook aka Linandara

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Sep 292011
 

Lady of the Lake – an original modern painting, acrylic on canvas by Alexandra Cook aka Linandara GB £24.91

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Sep 272011
 

Observation Point by Alexandra Cook aka Linandara

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