I woke up early by mistake and cant get back to sleep. This never happens to me. I lie in bed for a couple hours and decide it’s time to get up, at six AM. I get dressed and make some tea then decide to go for a walk and see the sunrise on the beach. I might as well, if I’m going to be up. As I am walking towards the stairs to get down to the beach, I see a wave crest. I think, that’s a pretty big swell. As I get closer, it doesn’t break. When I can see over
((My muse is kept in a cage at the circus. Your muse comes across them before tonight’s performance. What is their reaction to yours stepping towards their cage?))
Kurt Wagner was miserable. All of the fun of performing was drained a long time ago since Arnos Jardine, an oblivious American millionaire, had purchased the circus he had been with. Kurt had been Der Unglaubliche Nachtkriecher, the Incredible Nightcrawler–an aerialist and acrobat, a darling of the crowds, a wonder of Germany–
That is, until Jardine. Jardine had put him in the freak show, taking away his joy and excitement from the circus life. Now when he was ‘performing’ he was in a dark cage, lit from below with red light, and his ‘routine’ was simply to look, as Jardine demanded, terrifying.
He had been demoted from loved and cherished performer to a shunned freak in as little as two days, since they had come to America. He was kept in his cage every day, almost all day. Now and then he was let out; if he was lucky.
So there he sat in his metal barred trap, hanging upside down from the top bars, his tail wrapped around them and his feet hooked between them. His arms were folded, his eyes fixated on the back wall, turned away from the opening in the tent.
But when a sliver of light fell across the canvas he was staring at, he turned with a heavy sigh, expecting Jardine to berate him for his previous showing, or to egg him on for his next one with some infuriating comments. As usual.
Then he saw–it was…a girl. She seemed to simply be curious, as he could tell she was not in the circus itself. He was still mostly concealed within the shadows, so he stayed silent, frowning. Who was she, and why on Earth was she snooping about here?
This breathtakingly beautiful #glass #globe from #GlassEyeStudio is called #Supernova The swirling gas cloud and stars shine brightly within when lit from below. I found it in #GalleryVetro #Downtown #SanAntonio #Texas #Art #Glasswork #Artisan (at Gallery Vetro!)