The Visual Language Or Your Rainbow Is Standing On Top Of My My My Rainbow

This Leopard relief was created by the people of Çatalhöyük. An ancient pre-historical culture that existed in present day Turkey at the very cusp of the agricultural sciences. Their proto-city was a mass of simple jumbled boxes that utilized the horizontal space of the roof as both public throughway and plaza. Doorways in the settlement tended to be few, low and interior. In this way the construction and demolition of Çatalhöyük was likely ongoing from 7,500 BCE through 5,700 BCE. It resulted in a 20 meter mound facing the Konya Plain. The importance of hunting and agriculture on the social mechanisms and personal lives of the residents of Çatalhöyük is very much unknown. What is known is that the patterns on these leopards is really fascinating. Combined with the marks used to identify the claws this image with it's low relief becomes practically animated. The play at liveliness by elevating simple contrasting elements is clearly an ancient visual strategy. When put into a relational context with the modern works of Fernand Leger or of street artist Keith Haring one can easily see similarities in the visual language emerging despite the likely differences of these artists experiences to those of the earlier people that crafted these Leopards. This is just some sweet stuff in the morning.

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Tonight is old. It's wett but current and bored. I'm watching nothing but stars in the often sky that happen... do... tonight is lame like old, young like song, even as blue... Equal after the sun, noon or scripted yellow you are to me... A we (as sound)

Songlet is Best

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Whiskers, chanting, "swap me, swap me!"

Fig.32) Aging poorly We're just together, taking ourselves for a tidy sum of walk and now our toes are wet and cool in the Lak, beside a cool stone that could drive a modernist to their flint. There's a listening experience that feels prepared, "our's for now, ours it says! Here's the hammer and it's wrapped in its own design already. A union in time-space, this card is our greetings, our massive, our very patience is reflected in this resolve." Suddenly, there's a cut away and she's wearing the pants that I've made for her, slow blue like painted smoke . I'm thinking about her hunched over the kitchen table, something that's stuck. There's a carving knife in her hand but from here, it's the same as an old spoon. From here my computer is sitting on my guilty seat, I'm thinking about champagne and comparing it to a thick wad bees and wondering whats in it for me? It's an anxious season, filled with not enough of anythin

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