#the starman

[thehotelpod]

BONUS EPISODE POSTCARD ART FOR THE STARMAN BY OUR VERY OWN @accursedapothecary!

After two calendars and an artbook it is about time Jay got to do a postcard for the show! The slick lines and sci-fi aesthetic drenched in purple starlight provide a rarely seen but still fundamental aspect of the Hotel's oeuvre. It's great to see the Hotel herself presented in something closer to her 'true' form than we usually do.

Thank you Jay and welcome to the collection!!!

[manxmoss]

Used to read a lot of Calvin and Hobbes as a kid and this was strangely fitting for the Starman

[shadowsphere21]

A portrait of Nephrite for my upcoming art book A Chaotic Garden. His uniform is a design I came up with for Crystal Tokyo to compliment King Endymion's suit. He's conjuring his ultimate power of the stars. Large astrological wheel and Wiccan circle courtesy of Adobe Stock. 9 glowing arcane circles courtesy of redheadstock 

[myvinylplaylist]

KIϟϟ: The Farewell Tour (2000)

Bootleg

Recorded Live 5/11/200 in Chicago, IL

[pheloniusdank420]

Ashes to ashes Funk to funky We know Major Tom’s a junkie Strung out in heaven’s high Hitting an all time low

[thehotelpod]

Mosstober Sundays continues with our first every postcardless bonus episode (I am working on it though stay tuned I miss them too) Graham Rowat is THE STARMAN written by Lily @manxmoss Bensinger!

This one is a real treat for me because Graham started with me on Theatre of Tomorrow, so he very much belongs among the stars to me. Also I am very much Ms Science Fiction and Lily is very much Not, so her perspective on this episode is very different than what mine is, which is of course one of the great joys of working with other people. They both did great and I will post a lil audio clip later because I have been having fun figuring that out.

[panjackdaw]

Hymn to the Starman Card

O Starman, crowned in the voltage of the hidden spheres, you descend through the jeweled wound of heaven, a bright intelligence clothed in astral fire.

You are the lightning-script written across the black tablet of becoming, the silver messenger between the mortal room and the vast cathedral of stars.

In your hands burns the impossible seed, the spark before language, the thought before form, the sacred disturbance that wakes the sleeping serpent of the soul.

You say:

Rise beyond the mask. Unfasten the old gravity. Let the spirit remember its original orbit.

O radiant wanderer, alchemist of sound and silence, you teach that creation is not comfort but consecrated rupture, a door torn open in the fabric of the known.

Through you, the self becomes prism, the body becomes instrument, the dream becomes vessel, and the wound becomes a star-map back to the infinite.

May your alien blessing enter the chamber of my heart. May my fear become signal. May my doubt become fuel. May my art become a ladder raised between earth and heaven.

Starman of the inner cosmos, keeper of strange fire, bright herald of transformation, teach me to become what the universe whispered before I had a name.

[stillunusual]

The Starman