I no longer have any idea what any of this writing is really about anymore. It’s like raising an adolescent: I just let it run and occasionally try to tame or constrain its weirder impulses. Incomprehensible as it may seem, some subtle structure is emerging, maybe not actualized. But…when the spring runoff creates arbitrary streams all over the city, and the small hill (that we call a mountain here in Montreal) sheds its snows, then beneath the anarchic rivulets, crouched amongst the anemic flattened grass, bubbles cling to stalks, holding to the ephemeral life given to them.

And in this is echo, a lesion.

membrane gui. moist net. moisture nest.


click on image to VIEW thaw (Running time: approx. 2 minutes)

Navigation note: None. Click-anywhere to goto next phrase. As always, for full viewing pleasure: use right-mouse (or CTRL+right-mouse on Mac) button to go ‘FULL screen’ .

Dissect it (nothing new here except the video and sounds): SOURCE CODE + videos + sound ( heavy alert: 72 mb .) or just the Flash MX SOURCE CODE



Soundtrack: constructed from sounds found cycling slowly up the back alleys of Outremont (on the way back from Mont Royal) where the apartments congeal and children play soccer. And again some keyboard wrangling.


Dedication: To transitions.

Posted on April 24th, 2008 | filed under Uncategorized |

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