Apr 22 2012

#358 “The Room”

From David in Siauliai, Lithuania

This illustration was accompanied with the following letter:

You know, J, I really like the forest, but most of all I love colored lights, in the evenings when I hear the nightingale sing; it warns me of upcoming night. Then the forest gains new sounds. Windy nights remind me of the sea. I don’t know how, but I find myself going into the dark woods. Somehow I feel everything will be perfect; I’ll find the light, even though this forest looks mysterious and scary. Finally, the sounds of the forest connect with the lake and space around me to form the strange shape of a room: the place where I am at this moment… Before my eyes, I see a red glowing table. On this table is a cup of black coffee. This coffee is talking and it smells like fir trees.

Near the coffee is placed an envelope and a note: “My mind depends on this room, there are no mirrors, but it reflects you. Everyone of you.”

I ask myself: Where am I?

And the Coffee says: You’re in a strange shape room. Please, look at the cup. Watch it.  In a couple of minutes you’ll meet the woman: she’ll show you a gel. Then she’ll go out.

I: What women?

Coffee: There is something you cannot see. The blue light goes on and the wolf will come. He’ll watch you for a while. Light goes off. Light goes on.

I: No wolf, no wolf, no wolf.

Coffee: Now. Take the old small radio from behind the table. Do you see the door in a left corner of the room? Open it. There will be a
room with strange floors and the cross on the wall. Sit down in the chair. This chair saves people from vampires.

I: Whats next?

Voice of the Coffee from the radio: Look at the mirror. This is a mirror.

You’re the women.

The woman: Hi. I’m wearing black. Do you like me? There… Look! This is the white wolf. He is the owl. Ask him. (she runs away.)

I: What do I ask?! Wait!

Voice of the Coffee: You may be happy now. Get back in the strangely shaped room. Sit down.

Then all becomes dark. I can’t see.

To be continued.

Nov 22 2011

#206 “Spinning a Fantasy”

From Hannah in Chattanooga, Tennessee

I’m not sure what the inspiration behind this piece was, but whenever I look at this curious illustration, I can’t help but to be reminded of Alfred Lord Tennyson’s famous poem “The Lady of Shalott.” In case you’re wondering, there aren’t any wolves in the poem, but it’s not the anthropomorphic lobo in the illustration that calls to mind the Victorian work; it’s the unusually romantic web of colors that the wolf is spinning.

You see, in “The Lady of Shalott” the lady is a mystical maiden who is cursed to reside in a castle tower on an island in the middle of a river that leads down to Camelot. The exact origins of her curse are unknown, but the malediction placed upon her stipulates that she must never look upon the world beyond the tower, lest she die. However, in an unusual twist, the lady possesses an enchanted mirror that shows her a twistedly beautiful version of all the wonderful sights and sounds of the world outside which the lady then weaves into a magical web. This, in essence, is how she lives her life. Then one day a troop of knights passes by on the banks of the river, heading down to Camelot, and there among them is Lancelot, the most charming and handsome knight to have ever lived. After taking one glance at the magnificent knight in her magical mirror, the lady is so enticed by his handsomeness that she simply must lay eyes upon the genuine article. She passes across the room, peers out of the window, and sees the striking knight with her own eyes. With this, the curse is called down upon her, and the lady knows that she is to die. In preparation for her death, she takes a boat and writes her name upon it; using the boat as her coffin, she floats down to Camelot where all the knights approach her with fear and trepidation. All that is but one: Lancelot, the knight of honor and valor approaches the body of lifeless lady and comments on her beauty. And that is where the tale ends.

Once again, I can’t say for certain that this illustration is a conscious allusion to the story, but there are certain elements that seem to fit: the lady, the web of colors, etc. But in the end, I’m left wondering if this illustration is a comment about wolves and their misunderstood nature and the curse of persecution upon them, or if this picture is more of an introspective piece. Perhaps the artist views herself as an outcast like the lady of Shalott because of her love for the lobo. I guess the world may never know the answers to these questions, but that’s ok. Not knowing the answers allows us to weave our own web of fantasy and conjecture, a web of imagination of creativity. And in the end, I suppose that is the most important thing.

Nov 3 2011

#187 “The Amulet”

From a stranger in Roanoke, Virginia

This isn’t the first wolf picture that WBS has received with connections to the fantastically creative world of role-playing games, but it is the first role-playing wolf to be wearing an awesome necklace. Well, to be fair, I’m not sure if this item is so much of a necklace as it is what you might call an amulet. For those of you who are unfamiliar with this term, an amulet is any item that possesses some sort of supernatural power and aids a hero on his quest. An amulet might take the form of anything from an article of clothing to a special weapon, but a consistent feature of all amulets is their ability to guide, guard or instruct the hero.

What the specific powers of this lupine amulet are, I don’t rightly know. But what I do know is that the whole concept of an amulet can be closely connected with the very idea of the wolf for those who are closely tied to its spirit. Just as this wolf carries with it an amulet for some sort of protective purpose, if we so choose, we may carry the lupine spirit with us to ward away the cares and worries of this world that assail us everyday. For although it might sound silly to carry the soul of a wolf within us, I do believe that a sincere adherence to a simpler, more lupine mindset instead of one bogged down worldly cares and desires can only work to our advantage.

But unlike most amulets (which are usually guarded by dragons or hidden deep within ancient mines), the spirit of the wolf can be accessed at any time by any person who is truly willing to reach out for it. It may not necessarily be easy to hold onto, and for those who are steeped in the worries of this world, it can be difficult to grasp, but it possesses a magical power far greater than any ring, necklace, or sword.

So take hold of the sacred wolven amulet today, and in doing so… take hold of your own destiny. After all, weren’t you meant to play the role of a hero?