String theory, a harp that evokes emotion within the known senses. A lyre that connects all creatures that have ever existed, vibrations and solids between the gaps in life. Views beheld, melodic noises, distinct ingestion, pleasurable aromas, the medium of varied surfaces – Sight, sound, taste, smell, touch, expressed in a unique multitude only to be pacified as preference, however, in its implicit essence, should be more accurately labeled – singularity, encompassing, unifying, one – A.R.T. (All Rendered Together).
Two plates, strong willed with opposing forces, came together and formed a plain for existence: paint with oil, Kammerdian soil and water, bronze against stone – canvasses, sculptures, decorative ornaments.
Destructive, eruptive forces, created a hostile environment that, with extended time, would become a peaceful utopia, one of the most coveted natural resources sought, another medium for creative expression – the land.
The young artisan farmer, passively mentally defeated from quarreling with Mother Earth, left his seed on an isolated tectonic plate of fertile land in the Pacific Ocean. Scene imagined by an artist, mountains cupped by the hands of a sculptor, a blacksmith melding metallic minerals that give way to precious stones, providing protection for his growth.
The island provides all of the essential elements, contrasts and tribulations , and necessary for survival, however, the feminine and scornful personality of nature, must be balanced by the harsh, masculine nature of time to generate a timeless masterpiece.
The Gardner, a harvester which only returns every season to benchmark his seeds growth – Mother Nature – Father Time….birth, death and the resurrection of the field.
Sometimes he would disappear beneath the earth, whole harvest seasons passing without a word, at other times he would feel the warm blanket of the son on a weekly basis. Always watching from a distance, admiring the growth of the seed’s trunk, leave, limbs and petal – blossoming into maturity. As the farmer had grown older, the time had come to make a decision: tend to two gardens himself or uproot the developing sapling and replant it in a field with the farmer’s other seeds – Relocate home – Stay in the Region
On the horizon, a new type of soil was being imported, the canvas of the landscape would surely change. Turned, tilled, fertile, and comprised of minerals and nutrients necessary for growth, it would surely usher in the natural progression of the seasons that accompany growth of a field, an industry – later mastered and viewed as a form of art.
An opportunity for Father Time to get his artisan tools, and implement skills in a new industry that would allow him to extend his presence beyond this region of the universe, and the confounds of Mother Earth, ultimately becoming a fable handed down from generation to generation by those that initially made the land fertile – unimaginable potential.
Mental and physical preparations for a subsequent lunar cycle which is forecasted to provide an abundance of nutritious fertile land that will lead to exponential growth for a liquid deprived civilization.
King Block Dean