Trapped on a labyrinth of vertical and yet seemly horizontal plains. Steady steams of the strides of social affluent, interactions, full frontal assaults of perhaps lobotomised people who may or may not be able to appreciate each other. Ostensibly their capacity for differences are gleamed over as they pass each other by, ridged and tessellated, hesitations poised to an outstanding strands of a rhythmical no end. Exclamations points! An allotment for time has a capacity and capillarity, peculiarity, it is not consistent, and perusal for a foreboding dawn, for it does sway and does not understand me.
Flood waters.. Ipswich, Brisbane.. Fires, Nature e.h.. Bitter sweet..
Some of the conversations that are sent between people are most amusing. could be considered crimes against well.. no not humanity, but good nature, you know..some times i wonder how some people have not landed themselves among-st the debris and floodwater and who’s brains and ethics and worthiness and goodwill has washed away.. . and maybe i now know where that term.. ‘I’ve got that sinking feeling’.. comes from.. must be when you are on poor soil or you have grenades with lose pins.. In your mouth, brain.. a combination of the two..
you know I really do wonder if some people were carrying around their luggage, or baggage .. is just knives.. because people sure do like to have digs at one another.. persistent little obtuse debates that seem not really worthy of much more then observation, or a chuckle. Ipswich, you make me laugh sometimes.
Ha, when I saw those satellite dishes in the waters I did think Beam me up Scottie. Also wore my hidden part of Icebergs shirt today, an ice-cream in the shape of iceberg. You have to see it to get it. Eh. I dig it.
collated a short film of the evolution of enveloped areas of Ipswich and it’s flooding stand points, vantage points. Stand out parts – ant on a tennis ball, the raging light pole and the bridge- epic. Plus the copious amount water you know.
Short compilation of today
- Facebook Message from an awesome artist friend. K.S. 🙂 – Epic with Wax! and has an incredible brain. smile for the day, thank you, for making my boots a little lighter.
“My word for the year is inspired by you! Spending time with you always leaves me longing to be more audacious! So now I am going to be more aware of trying to bring more audaciousness into my life and my work. Thank you for being such an inspiration. Xxx”
K, poses a Question.. what’s your word for the year?
entropy. first word that came to mind. – quantity specifying the amount of disorder or randomness in a system bearing energy or information.
the greater the entropy, the less available the energy.
Perhaps. It should be Lucid? . Like my belt says. Or ADVENTURE TIME!
. Adventure time.
15 March 2012
It’s a new kid strapped to a chain
It might as well have been the teacher in the Charlie Brown cartoons speaking in that esoteric adult language. Bwa-bwa-bwa.. bwa..bwa..