Moar Carcan weapons!

Sometimes, when you visit thrift shops often enough, you get stunned by the curious things they have.
Like today, when I walked in and found a weapon that belonged to the Carcans,
so is this a trick to make me believe they are here, in this world?
That the past of the nomads was the real past in this dimension?
Or is this me, seeing things and connecting things because I want to?

I will never know for sure, I guess. Not untill I find a real Carcan here in this realm.

Nevertheless I found a spear in the thrift shop, for five bucks,
and I took it home as fast as I could.
I'm a bit of a thrift-shop-addict, and a hoarder.

Anyway here you go, a look at the spear untill I find a better camera.

For the record: You might be cool, but you'll never be
 'walking-home-for-two-kilometers-while-holding-a-giant-2.2meter-spear-
and-having-another-one-on-your-back' cool.

Carcans.

I have been talking about the Carcans a bit,
dropping some clues here and there,
so I want you people to understand them a bit more.

Carcans are groups of nomads from my original world.
They travel the world outside the domed cities
in search of useful materials in ruins of the world before the meteorite impacts.
They worship the meteorites. Not as a creator, but as a catalyst of their abilities.
Because of their exposure to the chemicals in the sky made by the meteorites,
the Carcans were able to... mutate... in a way, and gain mystical powers.
Along with the 'weaving of the wind' as they call their abilities,
Carcans are also highly skilled in weaponry made from parts of dead animals,
wood and metal, along with other materials  they find, and old firearms.

Using the limited skills I have at this point in time, I have tried recreating
some of the different weapon users I saw on my voyage.
There are a lot more, but I can't possibly make all of them.

Also, Carcans are not all male, and they are definitely not all me.

More extradimensional artefacts!

How this is happening is beyond me,

but I find myself in the posession of more and more artefacts of my own world

everyday, as if they pop into this dimension because of my thoughts.

I have recently found weaponry from my own world
(like the 'smoke pole', a Carcan Rifle mentioned here)
and wednesday, I got into posession of a Carcan jewelry box,
made from (what I assume, I am not a biologist) a Naroon's hoof.



Furthermore, I have been to a bellydance open-stage event yesterday,
and found myself staring into the culture of Carcans,
instead of this world's hobbyists.
It was a strange feeling, like I was 'home' after all.
Some of the performers looked like they came right out of the wastelands themselves,
and the magic in the air was indescribable. Also, I found a store from The Netherlands,
that sold jewelry pieces that are incredibly reminiscent of the Carcan culture.
{I also met a girl who looked exactly like Rox.
I did not say more than a few words to her, for I was in shock.}

So I am very much wondering where this is going.
Am I going to find the way home through the portals the artefacts use?
Or am I just going to keep on collecting pieces of my world?
But how are they able to find me? And why am I the only living thing
that made the dimensional jump? Or am I not?

Questions are keeping me up at night.

Reliving my past.

I don't know if you have heard it or not,
probably not,
but I am busy writing the story about my past.
It's about how I ended up here, and the last experiences I had in Dircalis,
my home town, located where Mechlin stands in this world in Belgium.

But the point is not that I am writing this story.
I've been working on it for two months now,
but something just changed when I was writing ten minutes ago,
and I felt like I had to ask you people if you had the same thing once.

You see, I was not just writing anymore,
I was living. In another location. While writing.
I could relive those moments I stood in the big hangar of the Emtrains again,
I smelled the oil, saw the blinding flashes of welding, and heard the
rhythmic sounds of hammers colliding with metal.

I saw the four trains, preparing to leave the city,
and it felt intense. I had to stop for a moment and breathe.

Have you guys ever..experienced something like this?
I am anxious to find out.

Gun Salesman of Dircalis.

Have I told you about the portals?
Portals are places where dimensions get so close
to each other that fysical things can pass through,
like, myself, for example.

I thought I was the only thing that fell through,
but once in a while I find things, relics of my own world
that made it here. I never saw a portal but I know it's from
Dircalis, the aesthetics are different than objects from this world.

For example, the day before yesterday I was at an event in The Netherlands,
where there was a shop selling antiques, and hanging on the wall,
I saw Farrin, also known as 'The Smoke Pole',
a Carcan firearm.



Price was not an issue, I must have it, seeing as how it was a relic of my old world,
and so I took it home.

This means things can pass through, and, maybe, more humans made it here.
And what if a Titan creature gets to this world?
I'm stressed out now,
I have so many questions.

Reconstruction Pt. 2

I have reconstructed a bit of my outfit I used in my dimension,

when I travelled through the sandy wastes of Zakara, Mexico.

(a visual project to go along with 'the unplanned voyage', see also: snowshoot.)

Gas masks are required when travelling outside the domed cities
due to the chemicals in the sky that leak from the meteorite.

Snowshoot.

Last thursday, the seventeenth to be precise,

I was done working at noon instead of the usual 8:30 to 4,
and so I took of to the city of Antwerp to see Laura again.

It was planned a few days before, so I had this big suitcase full of clothes, ties,
and accesories we could use for the photoshoot we were going to do.
I did not expect, however, that I was going to sit down in the snow,
my hands freezing cold. But it was fun though, and I definately want to do it again.

  

These are four of the seven pictures of the shoot.
The idea was to see if a Tribal+Steampunk combination would work,
which it totally did, in my opinion.
Also, during the shoot I had some memories of the last time I sat in the snow like this:
outside of Dircalis, back in my own world.

Holy guacamole, I need to go back badly.