IMAGINARIUM (2023)

Interlineated with the indivisible, interleaved with the extensionless, intercorrelated with the irreducible, interrogated with the intermundane: now here is the nowhere that dreams all our meaning.

Space folds and time melts, cosmic intelligence salves, adores, dallies in an urben environment. The eclectic electrical springs artesian between synapse and transistor, chaos and intent, nothingness and being, zero and one, singing at 105 Hz. Above every ceiling, below every floor, beyond every portal, his is the water that broaches hip gnosis of magic and loss. He roots on the source and routes us through the sorcery.

And so to a victor, drowner of books; definitive primitive and poetic infinitive; visual confusion and oculardelusion; documentarian by image and word of the sacred and absurd. Summoning to her table a stable of fables, facing masks and masking faces, a Babel unlabelled. The arranger of disorder and conjuror of concord, she invites us to delve, to break bread with ourselves, to share at the manger with both friend and stranger, and so to discover that each is the other. She enables the table, lays the blanket of banquets, plots the course of resources.

As the clod owes the pebble, peak ass owes peak angel, so the unreal citizen owes the unrealcity. An apparatus of energy, organically generated and artificially incarcerated, a sinister sentry; a dextrous complexity, both preserved and dynamic, balances the manic. Familiar with the feline, fellow with the corvid, sibling with the sentient tentacled, there is nothing found his not lost by another. He assembles the fragments, magnets the remnants, glues up the ruins.

The custodian of dimension, weaving an ostinato of line and colour from the intramural extraordinary: she is our mode saviour. Swirls, whirls, whorls and roils show us slowly what we only know the limits of, and guides us together through bright tides, warm feathers and empowering flowers on fuses of stems.  She embroiders the borders of our shared conversation, the vivid projection of group introspection, a marginal mural, a peripheral vision.

Freely given, maximally earnt. Let the doors of midnight unhasp, arrow to tomorrow.

Welcome to the Imaginarium
a laboratory of gloriously creative madness - by the 105 Collective (oculardelusion, urben, Unrealcity + Stina Jones)

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