Her Divvine Apparritten

As I close in on completing the audio (done), images (almost done), and videos (I *think* I'm done) for the ebook version of The Song ov Elmallahz Kumming, Bouk 1, I completed this image last night, Her Divvine Apparritten. If you have been following these posts, you'll recognize the 3 portraits that I have used to convey Ertha's emerging personality. They have appeared in a number of images. The intention is to build narrative continuity in the imagery, and to help visualize and build boundaries for the panoramic sweep of the poetry. This particular image accompanies these lines:

I saw theez events, in meerriyadz, flicker
Like sellz that form the hewman boddee,
Lievz and moments in korrona ov Ertha
Forming her Divvine Apparritten.

Her Alkemmek Boddee, 2

After completing the image posted on May 6, entitled Her Alkemmek Boddee, I began to experiment, trying to elevate the image so that it would convey a more out-of-body, or spiritual body experience. Here are 8 versions. The first 5 are fairly similar. If you like any of them I'd love to hear which one(s). I've numbered them for your convenience.

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Her Alkemmek Boddee

Moving forward with Bouk 1, the following excerpt, stanzas 7-9, describes some of Elmallah's first impressions of Ertha. Below the poetry is the accompanying image for the book.

Astonnisht, my eyz saw intu her miend
                Beyond her minewt fabrek ov nervz
                That bownd her sensez
                In a dust-brown skin:
        Intu the spektrum
        Ov evree deziyer poring frum her loinz;
        Intu the prizzemz sparkling and pulsing
        With ideyaz arrownd her hed;
        Intu the intermixxing hewz ov need--
        Tenderness, kruwaltee, feer, aggressen--
        Mingelling beneeth her tranzlusent fase,
        Sentering eech in a chamber ov her miend.
   
                Arrownd her hed the lite
                Like flamez in the wake
                Surrownding a meteyor;
                Within her eyz, like a spray ov sparks
                Poring frum an overstoekt brik kiln.
                Evree thot and ideya
                Adding kuller tu her vizzij
                Az it touk shape in the glume.
       
                I saw shaddoez por owt ov her vajjina
                Like silveree dolfinz leeping frum the see,
                Like a minnotawr reering in nu fownd freedem
                And shaking hiz fureyus hed.