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Contiguity Panel 01 / Vol:1
Here is a narrative; it is a kaleidoscopic narrative. The narrative exists in an individual’s mind. The narrative, altogether unique, is diasporic. The narrative differs in intensity; it belongs to a generation and a tempo.
The narrative of a tree, the branches of its narratives: a perspective and a point of view. Between verisimilitude and desk, desk and vicinity, there isn’t a particular field or location beyond contiguity, opinion or interpretation.
There isn’t a diaspora that cultivates without limitation or monopoly, without minority or majority. A diaspora doesn’t disseminate without leaders or followers. In reaching the pastures of another border, there isn’t a diaspora that doesn’t have elements of geology, time in between, a change of circumstance, language and division, reason and rationality, and, of course, an echo location.
What’s the problem?
The Phenomenon of the Cosmic Child
The exploration of a phenomenon or the idea of its contingency, provision, subtlety, and variance, with interpretative dichotomies personifying a response or reaction.
An identity has many facets.
The study and exhibition of a theme, a phenomenon, and perspective may label or reveal the individual, as well as ensnare or unify jeopardy and opportunity.
Diagram: Aspects of the Monolith
Study Guide: The Phenomenon of the Cosmic Child
AI overview.
Diagram: the H accord
Jason Arday theMan theMyth theLegend
It would be naive to consider that all the perspectives surrounding Jason Arday do not have us at the centre. It is also disingenuous to absolve ourselves in the case of a subterranean plot meeting the auspices of an archive made of ‘them’ and ‘us’. As the events of one man die, they are redivivus, parturient, to a visitation of themes that have as yet not settled.
Background Picture: This 19th-century lithograph is a variation of the famous engraving of the Boston massacre by Paul Revere
Letter of Last Resort
Without fanfare, were it not for observations, doves are perhaps Columbidae of another ilk; constellations develop in excelsior; volcanoes explode inexorably; earthquakes tremor or escalate; rivers rise and fall, flood and freeze over impeccably. Mountains avalanche new affiliations, concealed or apparent, displaced.
Lightning strikes willy-nilly. Trees keel over, fracture and sap, a brittle blaze, a wisp, or a fire-storm.
Dust and cinder, fractal fortuity, compounds of before and after. Fields buckle and twist, picture-perfect mayhem, natural order selected.
Without doubt, breathing is a consequential necessity, though the breath is yet to appear.
The ground is not firm yet; the oceans have only begun to tide. The dreams are yet to come.
A flourish of coincidence, unaccompanied by the primitive autograph or the appellation of a pseudonym, is what it is: adiaphorous, or something else corresponding with self-foreseeing manufacture: sensation rotation, the percolations of nature, connatural in theme or conspiracy.
The body’s symphony, nature’s reserve, elementary earth, the proximity of everything, random, scattered and orbitally interconnected.
Evolved and commutable, the verse exclaimed is silent, parietal with inner thoughts, the external dimension: oil and coal: gas and electricity: the human form, poles in the ground as beyond the ozone layer.
The stars that come out by night and day are still. A million miles away.
Picture above: Meraki: Community Salute
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A whirlwind embroiders in the transept of its swirl, rotating like a winding bobbin, amassing and encased, collecting quantity like a pool, accumulation unravelling like a spool, tangents a withy of fallen communications cables, a jumble jamboree cross-talking in crosswinds.
Pulled along dot, dot, dot. Skid and adrift, an exclamation mark has lost its definition, it sails with the terrain of a flag, an awning undone, guy ropes and hooks unbanked, unflanked and shimmering, palpably echoing the divergent topiary of a chopstick’s haystack, torn between synonym and synonyms, correspondingly synonymical.
Erstwhile, the tent billowing in a zephyr of multiplication is an oddly shaped greenhouse, a tunnel or a funnel, a groundsheet, the origami of tarp, visibly juggling with the contortions of an airfield windsock.
Windmills and turbines, pushed to the hilt with nook and cranny, have returned from arduous grinding, grinding grain, pumping water, and a grid work of power supply and distribution. Out on the heath, a hearth, a chimney breast, a chimney stack, a plastic tube, a chimney pot, a cast-off drain pipe, upon nearer inspection, an unpaired Wellington boot has been sucked into a quagmire of a gale. A small class of children and adults on the final leg of a day-trip, run through a maelstrom of hailstone pellets, children curry favour, hurried, flurried, and carried.
Picture above: Landscape Photo
the Sleeping Log Awakened by a Dream
What does the environment sound like. Habitat, habitation, a hubbub universally unambiguous and ambiguous without proximity or acquaintance, hubbub nonetheless: humanity, anthem, universe and climate.
Earth orbits all at once, orbits all together near, far, and centripetal, the profundity of space, adjacent and beyond. The farther we observe, the closer we become: perpetual distance is within reach, concomitant conspirare. From the other end of a telescope, space, deep space, is amongst us.
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Zong
A curious fusion occurs when we conflate what we know and understand as data, knowledge, and influence with what we feel about a particular subject.
Perhaps conflation harbours the meaning of learning, heuristic to ourselves.
Heuristic: to learn for oneself from an array of predispositions, received through inviolable nerve centres stemming from the human condition.
As we encounter expressions of the human experience, as art and entertainment, as documentary or social commentary, as day-to-day interactions, how should we view relatedness: with a personal dispensation of balms or with a burial of interpretive strategies. Do we stringently compartmentalise self-awareness with stealth, or planning, though the beneficiaries of chance and mishap.
Perhaps our skill sets, on occasion engendered with a personal perspective, are reactive to threads of a garment, not to the nuances of a fabric.
When we attend to the presence of emotions, attention might drift with tedium, as likely consociate thoroughbred credentials through a concentration of stamina, revealing what has been achieved: endurance.
Picture above: Photo
the Shop the Brand & the Trademark
A cortege of identical products or a range of products forming a cortege: a group or a crowd around the very same.
How does a signature differ from a symbol, a fingerprint from a scrawl, an absent-minded doodle to the precipice of recognition or fiscal camouflage: words being words and numbers, aggrandisement or relegation.
The exemplification of identity is the function of exemplification, an illustration and example, i.e. self-promotion. A trademark as a symbol is a plurality of registers and associations found with a singularity, a person’s name, a signature or a corporate identity.
What do you know of your signature that is yours or influenced. Why, have you not changed your signature from time to time. Why, for example, practice a signature, when it is certainly from the same hand and not the prescription of a school’s detention
The narrative is kaleidoscopic, a kaleidoscopic narrative. The diaspora. center is as independent as freedom of speech may permit, as creative as the ability to research and explore the scope of expression: a POV (point of view), experimental image, text, sound, reportage, art and crafts, the portfolio, and its observation.
Picture above: Sewn fabric
Climate of Enthusiasm
How many people have walked along the coast. How many stones have been thrown out to sea. How many stones have sunk, how many stones have returned to their place of occupancy: a rolling stone, though not a rolling stone.
Footprint impressions, the stride of a plan, agency or free: a duty or commitment. The tide creeps, engulfs, deposits and withdraws, displacement and transformation. The sea heals the sand, pebbles, rock and roll to the sound of hundreds and thousands: jostling in and out of position like commuters during rush hour and congestion.
Postcard illustrations, etched and sketched, emollient caresses of a storm rearranging the shoreline: a dispatch of promptitude and tranquillity: promised-land architectural, reciprocate a return to a natural environment: playgrounds ghosted, seaside towns: climates, atmosphere and reanimation.
Empty bottles, shattered glass, frosted renditions, luminosity opaque. Trinkets washed ashore, obsolescent: concordant synchronicity swimming on the high streets: a benchmark serrated and splintered: jagged edge and a blade. The detritus of an ocean going universe. Held in the palm of a child’s hands, friction and abrasion.
How many people have been in love on beaches. How many have argued and made up. How many have gone their separate ways, together and apart. How many have returned. How many have not:
lost their way, digress or deviation: tidal flow, imminent and submerged. Torrential and distinct, motion and movement, additions and clear slate: uniform recombinant. Birth and death, cyclical, recurring, periodic and dearth.
Everybody, a ship on the ocean, looking for an island, not wanting to be one. Plenty of stars. Where is the raiment of the sun, the moon’s silver lining: everything life debates, ebb ‘n’ flow dethrones: nothing, remains, the same.
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