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Last update 4/16/2010

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I've added a new section called

Gods, Heroes, and a Couple of Regular Guys:
Corbin's Tall Tales

When I create a new piece
of design work, it often happens that they come, much like a baby with a silver spoon in it's mouth, bearing a story. Unfortunately, when I sell a piece, the story is sometimes lost with it. I've decided to collect these stories into a section all
their own, for your enjoyment.

Enjoy them!


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new worlds of mythic imagination.

The Dream of the Cynnquinux


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The Dream of the Cynnquinux

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Everybody knows that the naked man and woman
are just a shining artifact of the past.
Leonard Cohen

In the tiny region which lies between Outer Mongolia and the Kingdom of Albion there existed, for a time, a small principality known to modern scholars as Chimeria. The scattered ruins which mark the site of Chimeria’s ancient capital city have been generally ignored by archeologists and remain just as they have been for nearly 4000 years (from the middle Bronze Age IIA) - buried in the dust of history.

Occasionally a pot holer, amateur historian, or a farmer armed with a plow will turn up a metal fragment worked with primitive, yet astonishing skill, but, so far as I am aware, this is the only fully extant piece of Chimerian jewelry in existence.

This necklace first came to light sometime in 1923 or 24, was lost during the War to End All Wars, presumed destroyed in the destruction of Berlin during the second war to end all wars, and has only recently come back on the market. Over the years the ancient Chimerian word “Cynnquinux” (var. spellings: Sinkwanucks or Cinquinucs), meaning “Beloved of God” has become attached to the piece, although I honestly don’t know why. Shortly after I acquired this piece, however, I did have an interesting dream.

But whether this dream actually explains anything is beyond my power to say…

I wish it were possible to convey the emotional quality of this dream, but, as all who have tried this kind of thing know only too well, efforts to do so never really work. Therefore, I will relate the dream without attempting art or poetry (I’m not particularly good at these two things anyway).

The colors in my dream (yes, I dream in color) have the subtlety of watercolors, while each color, shade, tint, and hue expresses a jewel-like clarity, as if the colors are the archetypes for all later muddy earth colors. The perimeters of my vision are softly blurred, yet finely clear as my sight passes from object ot object, following dream logic...

...A door blows open. Behind the door the night is alive with the swirling black colors of the mother of all storms. A young man, straight spined and proud as a warrior enters the room.

The door swings shut behind him.

A woman, clad entirely in white, equally straight of spine and proud as the daughter of kings and the mother of future warriors, rises in greeting. I see the Cynnquinux close up, the lady’s eyes, her mouth smiles, and, as I watch, she inclines her head - just slightly - as the man places the Cynnquinux at her throat.

The predominant color here is red.

Swiftly fleeting images indicate the passage of time. Happiness and sadness, pleasure and pain - each comes and is gone, each in fair measure. Some there are that are born, some there are that die. At some times there is feasting, at others there is famine. Great labor leads to success, or to nothing at all. The sun rises and sets.

An old man dressed in crimson with a golden crown stands atop a green hill hand in hand with a white gowned lady, a silver crown on her silver hair, the Cynnquinux at her neck.

Both still stand straight backed and proud.

They look at each other and smile. The lady raises her hand and points into the distance. The man releases the lady’s hand, takes one more long last look into her eyes, turns, and walks where she points.

The lady watches as he fades into the distance. The sun follwos him and it is dark.

She stands a moment longer. Then she removes the Cynnquinux, and buries it beneath the green turf at her feet.

The dream retreats, the lady gets smaller with the distance until all I can see of her is a white light resting on the horizon, shining in the night.