It’s hard to say “fleshing out” about a ghost, but I have given her a swirl around her skeleton and ghostly innards that is part arms, part wings, part very ragged cloak. There are shreds of burnt, worn, “leather” cloak hanging from the hollow bones.
you can barely see her in daylight
if you can catch her against a wall...
After all, when I’d gotten this far I stood her in the kitchen next to the fridge, in front of the open shelving. The Gentleman Caller got home after work and set something on the shelves, went over and opened the fridge… I said, “Whaddya think?”. He turned and said, “What?”. He had been moving around and reaching for things within 2 or 3 inches of her and neither seen nor collided with her. She is a real ghost.
Now all she needs is blood — she is alive, is she not? And carries some long-ago pain, I think, through time and space. Now she is hanging out at the Art Museum of Greater Lafayette http://artlafayette.org/index.shtml as part of Go Figure: Creatively Transforming our Environment.
I am fascinated to learn that “valr”=the slain [and I think, must be connected in some fashion, perhaps cognate-wise, to “valour”]. “kyrie”=”kur”/”kuz” cognate with “chosen”. In Greek, “kyrie” means “lord” which is ideally related to chosen or at least deserving, and is best known from the Christian cry, “Kyrie eleison” — “Lord have mercy”. I suspect one could write a paper about the Valkyrie — choosers of the slain — and angels, and asking for mercy, and “Kyrie eleison”.
I’m looking forward to discussions of the linguistics here.
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In The Artist's House 