MIND MELANGE MOTOR
Imagine Dune: humans have spread out over a series of inter-connected, life supporting planets. Their styles are way beyond what we know today – theirknowledge has evolved, their ability to comprehend has enlarged. They are able to travel between worlds, using a mysterious Mélange…
A Mind that Mélanges references, like a Motor. A Motor that Mélanges Minds. In this cosmos, creativity reigns. In this pluriverse, the uncanny, ambiguous, and obtuse are considered qualities, signalling realism, refined style, and insight. The hallucinatory endlessness of possibilities grasped, observed, faced, with eyes wide open.
A Motored Mind Mélange.
Land on a white planet, at night, where reflective moons tremble amidst snowy embroidered tablecloths and cushion covers, assembled forming flare djellaba’s and dresses. A distant explosion announces sharp houndstooth business armours, led by a double-breasted dress-coat, as a memory of our past in a thousand years from now. But the thread becomes softer until a comforted black and fuchsia knit intervenes, a couple in vibrant yoga activewear and pillow boa’s, walking across at ease, on a hybrid babusch-sportshoe – not forgetting their string bags and drinking bottle.
Tumbling deep down into the futurist wormhole, a black ball-skirted messenger appears, with glove-bags carrying her navigation device – for a type of steering devoid of linear notions of time, way beyond Euclidian space. Where we dare not look: a guardian of keys, a Reverend Sister-hoodie introduces a tribe of hunter- gatherers in faux-fur bedcovers, shaped with leather, next to a clan of regenerated knitwear.
Night turns day. Temperatures rise to an absolute maximum… A dug-up denim in sanded sunburned yellow birth a carpet-based family. The closer to reality, the more malleable it becomes, and the closer we get to the self-conscious hands from a range of child-magicians in burned psychedelic moons, or acid green-yellow silk scarves.
The sleeper must awaken – and when she does, the dry land passes. A fertile fuchsia flower bursts into the open, and a new generation takes over.