Myke Amend has spent the last day moving his store into the Archive’s Reliquiary, as his store sometime this coming week, for an uncertain amount of time will have a bad fail infestation as he seeks to redesign and re-arrange his domain.
There are many, many new items here now, some even that he had forgotten to put in his regular store, some new exclusives to us.
There will also be many additions in the coming days by Bethalynne Bajema
Myke will also be putting up many many more originals here in the Archive over the next day or two as well, for those who like to collect original pieces – aside from what is already here, there will be a number of additional engravings of all sizes and themes, as well as some small scuptures and perhaps even some wood and brass works.
So, please do take a look, everything is one sale right now. I don’t think there is a thing in the store that has not been at least somewhat reduced. This week will be the very best time to acquire some original art, and a very good time to purchase prints and other merchandise as well.
The Rain-Maker
by Phillip Challis
Published with permission May 18th, 2009
Morgan Booth looked up at a stretch of wide blue sky and waited for the miracle to happen. With the winds kicking up, little dust devils tumbled across the plains and scoured the land. Standing on the edge of town, Booth found himself surrounded by a sizable crowd of townsfolk. Their mood struck him as electric, like the static carried on dry winds that sometimes threw blue sparks off wire fences at night. That’s how it was with the people. They had an excited air about them. He could see a few had even gone so far as to throw coarse blankets down on the bare ground. Families tucked into their picnic dinners and children played in what used to be fertile soil now gone to lifeless powder.
This town was just the latest in a string of used up little communities he’d wandered into and out of again over the past few months. The past few summers had seen withered crops and wasted stock across much of the rolling countryside out west of the Big Muddy. In his gut Booth knew a lot of places wouldn’t make it past another winter. Even at the tender age of nineteen those towns tended to rattle him. They were too full of empty houses and empty fields that had dried up. Wheat, corn, cattle, and sometimes even the people went to dust and blew away. The town, he decided, felt like death and he avoided them whenever he could.
Today though, Booth saw the crowd of townsfolk out milling around and it raised his curiosity. Arriving on the coach an hour earlier, he’d made a point of finding what few stores lined the main street. There wasn’t much to see, and his hopes of finding work weren’t great. He walked from one end of the street to the other in the space of five minutes and that’s when he saw all the people. Ambling over, he quickly learned the reason for all the fuss. It was a man standing atop a wagon the likes of which Booth had never quite seen before.
The handbill pasted across the wagon’s side proclaimed the man to be a rain-maker. The crazy looking collection of kettles, copper drums, and India-rubber tubes in his wagon was apparently a ‘patented gas generator’. Dressed as he was in dusty spats, a powder white frock coat, and matching white top hat of the old John Bull variety, he looked to be an eastern dandy, a snake oil man, or both. (more…)
Whilst browsing catalogues, searching for new acquisitions for our fine collection, I came across these fine finds crafted by an artificer I had not heard of previously who is known only as “Naodi” …or as “Sheryl Westleigh” to others
I was so amazed and so incredibly impressed, that my first thought was to keep this find a secret, until after the time we could acquire at least a few all of these for ourselves.
But, in the spirit of fairness, which stems from a silly rule disallowing staff, even important staff such as myself from the wearing of artifacts from the archives, something to do with Ms. Etta Diem and the Magickal Bloomers of Azathoth.
In the spirit of giving, I, instead of hoarding them all for myself, have decided to ever so graciously share these great finds with you:
I am going to close this entry in the archive with the reminder that my birthday is in only 10 months, and that the only people I admire more than prompt people, are the early kind…
“All in all, the experiment was a brilliant success, though it ran for a shorter time than desired.
The Resonator had to be shut down prematurely, else we might not have had enough crew to make it comfortably back to port. Over forty Russian tribesmen bravely gave their lives to science this day – a terrible tragedy as they will surely be expensive to replace.
Also lost was an entire crate of ether, carelessly dropped from the edge of a berg in the midst of today’s activities – a tragedy on so many levels.
Nevertheless, we saw many wondrous and splendid things this day: creatures and landscapes from the aether danced and swam about us through the air, and we saw the laws of our world temporarily suspended by those of the aether world.
It leaves me to wonder: How closely does the placement of their world correspond with ours? Are these same creatures to be found elsewhere on our planet, or would we perhaps find other inhabitants should the machine be tested in new locations?
What sorts of variants or unique beasts might we see in other locations such as Beijing, Hong Kong, Indonesia, London or perhaps even New York City?
Needless to say, I am beyond eager to see!”
- Professor Aden M. Kemy, Miskatonic Archivist
This giclee, commemorating the event is available while supplies last, in three limited editions of 50: A giclee on Canvas, an archival pigment ink print on heavy metallic stock, and a fine-art rag paper print. All of which 24 inches by 24 inches – the size of the original painting by Myke Amend.
First available, is this limited edition giclee on canvas, printed in archival pigment inks on 200-year archival canvas, coated in a UV-protective and scratch-resistant coating, stretched and mounted for framing.
It comes with a watermarked hahnemuhle certificate of authenticity printed on fine art rag paper, with a matching and serial-numbered hologram on both the back of the giclee print and the certificate. All giclees are hand-signed and numbered in paint (see the signature on the image) and also signed, dated, and numbered in archival ink on the back of the mounted print.
We of the Miskatonic Archive have been rather indisposed these last few weeks – Myke Amend has been working away at commissions, home repairs, income taxes and the like. Bethalynne Bajema has been finishing up her Tarot card set and seeking publishers. All the archive members have been up to their ears in much of the same.
Our goal here has always been to bring some of the best and most interesting literature, artwork and inventions that fit into our school’s advanced metaphysics curriculum, but we have not had a lot of submissions lately, and our exploration budget has been drastically cut for this fiscal year.
So, here is our reminder, that we do take submissions, and do rather enjoy them. There is only so much that can be found searching online, and many of the places we find things are many of the places people such as you, such as us already tend to frequent.
We would like to do more than to simply mirror content from our and your favorite sites, and since I am sure there are a lot of you who have not been featured in these places who would like to be featured, this is a friendly reminder that such is an option.
For image submissions we ask that you send us a link to your site, and a list of images by title that we are allowed to feature – the same would go for film clips and animations. For literature submissions, you can send such things through our form, or in the case of longer stories, you can simply contact us through the form and we will get back to you on the particulars. For any submissions, you retain all rights, and grant us the rights to reproduce it here on this site, for as long as you wish to share it here.
Thank you for reading, and we do hope to hear from you soon. If yoou are a first time visitor, or are confused as to what may apply, please read the keywords attached to this entry.
An earlier painting by Myke Amend, now available in printed form at 11×14 inches and printed edge to edge in high detail.
The Vineyard depicts a strange sort of harvest, or perhaps a strange means of conception, making for a very Lovecraftian strange-fiction themed image, brilliantly, vividly colored, yet oh so dark.
Printed in 200 years archival pigment ink, heavy metallic stock in order to best bring out the rich colors and contrast of this vibrant piece.
A UV-protective lustre finish also helps protect the print against moisture and scratches.
Print size (edge to edge) is 11 x 14 inches, and can be purchased at mykeamend.com, or at Beth and Myke’s Joint Etsy Account: Ettadiem
Found through some guy named “Warren Ellis”, here – the Shadow Over Innsmouth, in 1 minute thirty-eight seconds, as a musical. Lyrics courtesy of The H.P. Lovecraft Historical Society.
