15. stencil madness in the half district

://recalcitron knew the plans had changed when miss adventure was beside him as he reemerged from another period of absence. stepping through the doors to fall.




chirping comes not from the garden but from above the trees. a line must have been drawn if the frog are now hiding on the walls.



seek the true note of my croaky frog voice it says/makin distance is the business/bring the roots up/land it on the...



sneak inside a cosy space and find the map behind the look on your face.



ask pappy for advice?



better to listen instead to the creatures made from paper or staged at the base of pillars.




under the mines the old creatures snap timely remarks at each other and a vagure outline of coffee forms in the mind.



the minds eye hanging with eyebrow in tact show it to each other.



string actions together in fluid dynamic spirit and reap the downstream rewards of forward motion.



as motion starts so the flow control begins and, if after coffee and spritely awakennings, you end to too early producing the pearl, so flow becomes controled and the bottleneck begins.




water cascades not gently through the mind in such situations - as invitingly happy as it may seem.



hang on champions.



the memory swells up and produces goods. three streets down and two streets over. i'll time you. go from now.



every journey begins another journey it seems.



in the meantime recalcitron has another encounter with the space invaders. hearing them buzzing old school typewriter style as they pound out the desire to obey.



a lucky escape was planned as the running started. ducking and weavin until stopping the blink of an eye elapses and the leader of the pack appears.



keep your eyes on the prize it says in low metallic tones. do not just feel the chocolate. be the chocolate. take the trash. swing the club true through on its axis.



da da! thoughts of the prize seem so much lighter when a weight comes off the mind.



as pondering the ultimate prize becomes frenetic more frentic hero protagonist moves into the building and discovers the quest is full of clues.



its' different around here but also the same. homogeneity rises up and difference pokes a stick in its side.



in an instant colours are matched befire our very eyes. red, blue and green swim laps and coalesce on screen. their proportions make a visceral link to the science of colour.



rising into the landscape it seems that even the skyline can not help but make an impression on the senses.




clean lines/functional forms/reflected symbols/organic rectangular meaning



at the top of the stacks, convergence of light and shadows leads to exposing youself on the floor. a shadowed imprint cast only in this one still frame.



and after it all reflection and afternoon sunshine,



and the blue shoes of having a sounding board built in to your new life.