ladyyatexel:
More Dream Box thinking.
I imagined the possibility of something like a dream box being a reflection of the person who opens it. So if you open a box, it contains a copy of your mind. It knows and remembers what you do. And no one can use it to look into your mind, because when they open it, they see their own mind.
So you have to open the box and invite someone to look inside.
While the other box I drew was more mutual sharing just by being in contact with this, this one is a more deliberate action of sharing.
painted on a small bit of paper 4 by ‘not quite 6’ inches
allthoseotherworlds:
This is a yin-yang representing Bashir and Garak from Star Trek: Deep Space Nine. The one with the Starfleet insignia is actually Garak, and the one with the Cardassian emblem is Bashir, since traditionally each section contains a piece of the other. Garak’s section shows the scales and stuff found on Cardassians, as well as leaves (for his gardening), a needle and thread (for the tailoring) and drops of blood (for the Obsidian Order). Bashir’s section is brown (because he’s human), and blue and black (Starfleet Medical colours). The pink represents his compassion as a Doctor, as does the Starfleet Medical symbol. The bit behind the Starfleet Medical symbol is a piece of DNA.
ladyyatexel:
“so how do you portray the sentiment?”
I could not stop thinking (and being upset) about “The Dream Box”, today. It was a play that was only shown to a convention audience and involved Garak and Bashir coming across something that translated every nuance of meaning between them, so they could finally *really* understand each other, rather than relying on the Universal Translator. According to someone who saw it, Garak had Bashir say ‘I love you’ to himover and over, in as many ways as he could think of - to a lover, a child, a friend, etc - just so Garak could relish actually being able to detect the differences.
I don’t know what the thing they found to do that looked like, or even was, but I was so wrapped up in how *close* an experience that would be, and with it being called Dream *Box*, I ended up with some obvious imagery that was perfect to try my new liquid frisket on.
my usual MO of naming my G/B paintings after a lyric in The Birthday Massacre’s “Pale” continues here. I couldn’t believe I found something to paint to this lyric, it’s wonderful~
ladyyatexel:
Deep Dish Nine!Garak/Bashir pixels??
whatever could i be doing with this stuff??
it is a mystery~~
lemonsweetie:
Bashir: I’m a doctor. You’re my patient. That’s all I need to know.
Garak: Wrong again… You need to know who you’re trying to save.
Of the final farewell scene between Garak and Bashir, Behr comments, “A lot of people thought their relationship had been forgotten and we didn’t need to give them a goodbye scene, that the important thing was Bashir and O'Brien. But I felt that we needed it. For seven years, this guy had been wanting to get out of exile, and he helps free his planet, helps his people do the right thing, and finally he gets to go home to ruins. Bashir gives us this human, kind of well meaning but not really helpful response to all that’s happened, while Garak has his eyes wide open." (x)
anunfinishedman:
7. Cosplaying
Still working on the Our Man Bashir poster, but then this happened.
Never enough Garak in turtlenecks.
Reasons I Ship Garak/Bashir
lemonsweetie:
A visual guide of a ship between a professional puppy and a space lizard, illustrated with pictures and other people’s lovely gifs.
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ladyyatexel:
Scan of signed painting, here is the original. I can’t thank both of them enough for indulging me and being so sweet, even if Sid had to do it by insinuating at me and Andy talked about ‘balance’ and made me babble at him like a giant nerd. They were both so lovely and now I get to be a dork and frame my own art because this piece of paper is my new favorite thing.
