Solaris Compendium- Documents of the Golden Age

After years of being upset and confused with a seemingly unjust universe...it appears, the sun is shining...and more brightly than ever.

Until I met Alex this summer, I had spent the past year or so spending a bunch of time alone in my own mind, working 9-5, and trying to keep my head straight by doing what I love...creating art projects (I'm so guilty of starting a million projects and only finishing a few).

The past summer, however, was amazing. I attended my first National Rainbow Gathering in the Cherokee National Forest in Tennessee. I was lucky enough to experience this self-sustained, intentional community with my family. The rest of the summer was filled with music and art festivals...one of which was our first vending experience ever. My brother and I started a soap company about a year ago and with the help of our friends and family...we managed to pull off a pretty amazing booth at an awesome music festival in Pennsylvania. We sold handcrafted, all natural soap, handmade jewelry, clothes, purses, tie-dye socks, t-shirt and bandanas, handmade + all natural bug spray, lip balms and amazing soy candles (everything handmade by either my brother, our friend Bert, myself, or our Mom...I even designed the tent).    :)

The first night I met Alex, he gave me a pyramid shaped crystal (for those of you who truly know me, will understand how significant this is to me). I know in that moment that he was unlike any creature I'd ever met before...and that I was going to spend many more moments with him in the future (we've been together every day since then). It's because of our creative union that the idea for Solaris Compendium was born.

Stylistically inspired by the epic illuminations and grimoires of the 11th and 12th centuries, Solaris Compendium will be a comprehensive work of adventure-based, participatory journalism, collaborative art, astronomy, esoteric geometry, history, hidden history, anthropology, folktale, shamanic-based geomancy and documentary photography. Solaris Compendium will be compiled throughout Mexico and beyond in the days leading up to and following December 21st, 2012.

We've got our plane tickets booked...we're mentally prepared and super excited for this adventure. We leave for Mexico in just a few short days and we can't wait to explore and document everything imaginable.

To help fund our dream idea, we've created an Indiegogo.com campaign where you can read more about the project, check out some technical illustration mockups and see some of our past artwork. We're so excited...there are no words to accurately describe the feeling. 

How does it feel to kill the princess?

Dad and I. Virginia circa 1985.

[This poem is based on an actual conversation, and true events.]

...If you're reading this, you've personally helped me in one way or another (whether you know it or not), to deal with the death of my Dad...so Thank You. I owe you. You saved my life...and I love you.

My Father...listening to his favorite tunes. This was about 10 months into his battle with brain cancer and just a few days before I wrote this poem.

My beautiful parents in the 70's...happy and full of love.

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How does it feel to kill the princess?

(She's dead.)

(She's dead.)

And she's taking it all with her...

Don't stress, it'll all be born again.

"Have you found it yet?"

He said to me while laying in his bed.

"What is 'it' you speak of?"

Drugs were pouring through his head.

"The red bomb!" He cried anxiously...

Awaiting for reply.

"No luck yet, Dad" I said to him.

"But surely, I will try"

What he said next was near insane and filled the room with stares. The after-morning sun bled in and writhed us in our chairs.

"Everything and nothing, my precious, Rachel Lee...that's what this bomb is made of, my daughter of the sea."

I should begin my quest right now.

Don't want to go alone.

Maybe when I find this bomb,

I'll finally feel at home.

"A boy in 14th century Bosnia, he's to become your king"

"In fact, he wanders the ancient streets, searching for your ring."

He can't place what drives him,

But he keeps pushing on.

"I chose him to take care of you...when I am dead and gone."

"Treat him well!" He pleaded me...

"This prince I chose for you. In every lifetime that you live, your old love will renew."

"It kills to cry goodbye to you,

while dying in this bed."

"Take all the things I've taught you,

store them safely in your head."

"What happens when I find it, Dad?"

This mighty bomb of red.?

More lovely than a God to me,

I wish he wasn't dead.

"You'll feel it when you see it, love. And everyone will cheer! The answers behind all of this will surely be made clear."

"They'll celebrate you, then they'll die. And they suffer happily. For you and your true loves first kiss sets everybody free."




Do you believe in love?