Wildetecture HI furniture design

Wildetecture has an Africa wild Human Intelligence portfolio of real human creative design furniture. We try to explore a sculptural artistic design HI artistic piece process. Because our homes are so small we cannot easily have both artistic sculptures and furniture being seperate entities. So the obvious reality was to create wildetecture sculptured dual design furniture pieces. Doubles up art and functionality with 2 uses. Bringing sculptured wild  colourful drama aesthetic into the smaller space and its a furniture piece. Africa fauvistic design style ideals. 

These designs have been released just before the AI driver copy con technicians fervently using AI take complete control. Completely starting to color over all original authentic human thought artistic creative expressions. Like the plant dodder, strangle weed, devils guts, wizards net, scald weed, hellbine, witches shoelaces and beggar weed.

Its very important to still try push individual human intelligent creative artistic expressions. Real human controlled creative thought and skills are to my mind one of the keys to living this life. Well before everything is now painted completely AI creatively strangle weed black. All our minds will be enslaved to the advent of this new "wunderkund strangle weed growth " AI machine as our only creative artistic expressive answer to all artistic expression. Where people with absolutely no artistic skill get to dictate through enhanced cybertronics a skill hhey personally don't possess. 

We forget art is an organic human creative process to try keep us sane. Its not just the immediate outcome of wonderful pictures. AI is pure outcomes based, the faster the better. The artistic creative defragmenting process is negated. Harvisting a persons life time portfolio of art work and then emulating pieces very similar in seconds is not creative art, its dodder. Its forgery, copycat technician skills, syranhle weed expertise. Its definetly not human driven creative art. So dont be fooled or even confused, its dodderism.

Its only really a matter of time before a deliberate false narrative answer from the all wise AI leads to a complete human catastrophe. An answer from the all wise artificial intelligence agitates, disrupts the artistic uutopian creative design process. An AI answer proven to perhaps lead to a deliberate human murder by the all powerful intelligent AI machine? Perhaps a huge high tech train crash or an aeroplane catastrophe? Because anything designed by man will definetly have his sadistic moral flaws unfortuntely. We will await the outcome of the electro grok dodderismic monster thats been created. Its just a baby now, wait till junior grows up. This article will disappear, that's definetly for sure. I will be maligned and a new narrative will be put forth. 

Sadly we might just trigger or sanction an AI drone army that will enslave the human masses. With an AI overlord master who has no conscience leading to the madness of machine based solutions to everything. Human art will be the backlash to this mind numbing strangle weeder. Weve all watched the movies, real life is worse. Moral fibre and honorability dont exist for entities with the power to control. Its a simple fact!! Great control is behind the scenes when its your coffee machine telling you it can't make you coffee because your a fat git, drink water !@!

Personally if im reading a book compiled by AI as the creative author. I really wont identify with the emotionally distraught characters. Or those suffering real human felt pain. Its the human element i will always want to key into. Badly written without proper sentence structure, se voet in n visblik. A creative entity author that is not human wouldn't have me fully invested in the tears and the deep emotional  pain. (Sorry to you AI purists) Yes i might be fooled, but it will be the same if someone misrepresented themselves to me. I would be fooled but i wouldn't be happy when i found out. Its all about authentic human real life creative experiences for me. None of this AI dodderism human simulation cr@p. 

These wildetecture sculptural pieces are a raw reminder of a creative life before dodderism AI. The pure human driven creative artistic line weve enjoyed. We are now living after the AI dictated all our creative artistic processes. Now we will have a new sense of dictated artistic creativity. Cyborg Infused Artistic Valhalla. CIAV.

Before i now become the planets no 1 AI creative logerithmic enemy. Its best to let John Conner step up and lead the AI resistance. Im to busy trying to design real human creative artistic  thought intelligence sculptural furniture to become a target of this new logerithmic algorythmic AI entity.

HI for the win. Albeit badly compositioned and lacking fullstops, grammer and artistic jam on the legs. 

Creative full circle Africa experience lesson

Haven't really posted anything on this blog this year - Not that i haven't been really super busy - Its just Ive been busy saying it in other arenas of my life. 

Introspective reflective is a thing,  i think, the thought of  the mouth whispering into the darkness and wondering if the ears are listening? The concept in design, in life, is a full circle rotation. Sometimes we are reminded of this phenomenon without even realising it. In Africa this lesson sometimes is obvious only after the fact. 

I have seen many rather eccentric people lately speaking to themselves on the road of life. - Whether i am present or not doesn't stop them from having intense conversations to the ghosts of their rotated past. They don't need my or any one elses ears really - they need to simply get whats in their head,  past their mouth,  to try empty out the crowded space within their minds. That's exactly like how i see my blog, for me really,  not for the odd person or 2 who might stumble on whats written here. Its me talking to myself with the one of you observing. 

To conceptualize a futuristic creative ideas is the unicorn of thought to my mind - Ones focus blurred as you look through the ether and the limited telescopic lens. Is it so important to imagine a future artistic aesthetics? - Not like a sage looks into the future but from a,  "what will artistic expression be like in the future or what will our building aesthetic move towards"  - I used to think this was so very important and it surely is on some level,  however i see now being present in the moment,  is far more powerful than living in an imaginative future. Especially one biased of ones own perspectives.

Architecture is sculpture and to my mind the more dramatic the perceived movement in the sculpture, the more visually appealing the static end product will be. Perceived kinetic architecture (wildetect PKA) this concept has long been an experimented wildetecture ideal for me. 

So to go full circle on any journey, design, life, experience is always an interesting trip, sometimes it can be a very, very sad one.

A friend of mine, who used to capture hunting moments for men with very big guns and very small brains and even smaller unmentionables.  Told me a very sad story once. The kind of deep Africa tale one hears about far, far to often now days. Africa's highways and byways are full of ancient wisdom, some of this wisdom is sadly not learnt by the participants in the tales told and past down.

Many years back on his very last such filming contract. He filmed a crew of foreign hunters who where trying to  hunt a magnificent bull elephant, in a remote part of the African wilderness. The type of little men or surprisingly now woman,, who feed the complete lie that one takes on the spirit energy of what one kills. Youve all seen the photos of these idiots ghoulishly smirking over the lifeless remains of their latest bloody conquest. Wanting so desparately for you to now believe they are a lion or a mighty elephant or a very rare panther.

This bull elephant , a magnificent creature led them for several days through the deepest African terrain. Always out witting, out smarting and out playing the tiny single minded ambitions of the pursuing gaggle of less than human creatures.  Then rather suddenly , at some point during the long exhausting chase, this magnificent creature, determined as it was,  just started heading to the exact spot that they first encountered him. He had led them full circle for many, many miles and days - This wise, now very tired of being chased, old african creature might have realized in this simple statement. That he was making, that he had chosen to take a stand where he first encountered this determined viral threat. He realised he had no other option from this virulent cancer on his six. These minuscule minded, frothing merciless trophey hunters, sadly didn't feel a reprieve might have been in order for this intelligent gesture. They used their off shelf, mighty little weapons on a less than human endeavor and blasted the creature to kingdom come. As this incredible creature in a sad undignified way vacated all its systems, due to absolute fear of earths immediate future. A future from imbecilic man, who sadly it appears is now, it seems in full control of butchering everything. My friend silently put down his camera and walked away, this was not chivelry, bravery, this was merciless small minded blood lust. He decided to partake no longer in such a display of false unintelligent merciless bravado. The 30 pieces of silver vomited out by these creatures was worth nothing.

My point is that full circle is something nature is aware of and needs to be explored more by those amongst us who deeply care. When one finds full circle moments within oneself - its a good thing at that point to stop and smell the roses. Sadly for this magnificent elephant,  his magnificent journey ended in a very remote part of the world, But the shadow he cast and the lesson he gave,  can live on for those sensitive few amongst us - yes, you know who you are.

Trying to catch a synaptic creative design thought in the realm of architectural reality, through sculptural inference is a challenge. Below  is an example of a sculptural design taking into account perceived kinetic architectural ideals  - Looking to build this architectural creation at some point. A part of the cresting wave moves back to take care of an incredible view of nature. But solitude and privacy within the space is also an important view - a view into oneself,  from which you can awaken, full circle.

So my ear, have you been listening to what my mouth has just whispered? i h

aven't been really super busy - Its just Ive been busy saying it in other arenas of my life. Introspective reflective is a thing, i think. The thought of  the mouth whispering in the darkness and wondering if the ear is listening. I have seen many rather eccentople speaking tohemselves on the road of life. - Whether i am p

resent or not doesn't stop them from having intense conversations to the ghosts of their past. They don't need my or any one elses ear - They need to simply get whats in their head,  past their mouth,  to empty out the crowded spaces within their own mind. That's exactly like how i see my blog, for me really, not for the odd per who might stumble on whats wr
To conceptualize a futuristic crative idea is the unicorn of thought to my mi - Ones focus blurred as you look through the ether and the limited telescopic lens. Is it so important to imagine a future artistic aesthetic? - Not like a sage looks into the future but from a,  "what will artistic expression be like in the future or what will our building aesthetic move towards"  - I used to think this was very important and it surely on some level,  however i see now being present in the moment,  is far more powerful.

Architecture is sculpture and to my mind the more dramatic the perceived movement in the sculpture,  the more visually appealing the static structure.  Perceived kinetic architecture (wildetect PKA) this concept has long been an experimented wildetect ideal for me. To go full cle on any journey is always an interesting trip, whether its life, design or experience. Sometimes full circle can be a very, very sad one.

A friend of mine, who used to capture hunting moments for men with very big guns and very small brains and even smaller unmentionables. Told me a very sad story once. The kind of Africa lived through tale that one hears far, far to often. Africa's highways and byways are full of ancient wisdom. Some, in fact most,  of this wisdom is sadly not learnt by the participants in the tales told.

Many years back on his very last such filming contract in central Africa. He filmed a crew of foreign hunters who where trying to  hunt a magnificent bull elephant, in a remote part of the African wilderness. The type of little men and even woman, who feed the complete lie that one takes on the spirit energy of what one kills. Youve all seen the photos of them ghoulishly smirking over the lifeless remains of their latest bloody conquest. Wanting so desparately for you to now believe they are a lion or a mighty elephant or a rare panther.

This bull elephant , a magnificent creature led them for several days through the deepest African terrain. Always out witting, out smarting and out playing the  tiny single minded ambitions of the pursuing gaggle of less than men. Then rather suddenly, at some point during the long exhausting chase, this magnificent creature, determined as it was,  just started heading to the exact spot that they first encountered him. He had led them full circle for many, many miles and days - This wise, now very tired of being chased, old african creature might have realized in this simple statement , that he was making,  that he had chosen to take a stand where he first encountered this very determined threat. He realised he had no other option from this virulent cancer on his six. These minuscule minded, frothing merciless trophey hunters, sadly didn't feel a reprieve might have been in order for this intelligent gesture. They used their off shelf, mighty little weapons on a less than human endeavor and blasted the creature to kingdom come. As this incredible creature vacated all its systems due to absolute fear of earths immediate future, of imbecilic man, who sadly it appears is now, it seems in full control of destroying the planet. My friend silently put down his camera and walked away, this was not chivelry, bravery, this was small minded blood lust, wanton slaughter of innocence. He decided to partake no longer in such a display of false unintelligent merciless bravado. No matter the money spewed out reaking like vomit..

My point is that full circle is something nature is aware of and needs to be explored more by those amongst us who deeply care. When one finds full circle moments within oneself - its a good thing at that point to stop and smell the roses. Sadly for this magnificent elephant,  his magnificent journey ended in a very remote part of the world, but the shadow he cast and the lesson he gave,  can live on for those sensitive few amongst us - Tes, you know exactly who you are.

Trying to catch a synaptic thought into the realm of architectural reality through sculptural inference is a challenge. Sculptural architectural design taking into account perceived kinetic architectural ideals  - Looking to build this architectural creation at some point. a part of the cresting wave moves back to take care of an incredible view of nature. but solitude and privacy within the space is also an important view - a view into oneself,  from which you can awaken, full circle.

So my ear,  have you b listening to what my mouth just whispered?

Passion artist vs a Formula driven artist.

Perhaps thanks, in part, to all these reality talent TV driven shows, it seems we now have the complete rise of the formula driven artistic creative. (We can talk about the "AI" propped up artistic creative intelligent genuises another time).

Had a very brief discussion with my second hand bookshop chap last week. (You know the chats, the discussions  between the many very important things you've got to do, always to brief as you have to fly off to some structured meeting you never remember again ever anyway). He raised some very pertinent issues. coupled with my own acquired, limited yes, understanding of life. A potjiekos of volitile diatribe, a mengelmoes of thought. With him adding the potatoes, me trying to throw in some miff ol spices. 

I feel the above needs to simply be aired and artistic creatives should also explore the concept of breaking out of this tick box, paint by numbers, formula driven creative design approach to everything currently being attempted in the arts. Its really killing the very essence of  artistic creative spontaneous combustion and the artistic designs never before seen creative ethos. 

A scientific mind is not always an artistic mind, when science dominates the arts you have science and not art. The 2 are linked on levels but to my mind the 2 are not really the same. "Thanky goodness for that." the greatest thing about a real artist is they can never technically create the same work twice. That's raw art - science will perhaps try seek to keep cloning itself - art does not - and should never ever really. Being technically correct is the objective of the engineering mind. We all know most engineers would but concrete block dresses on runway models. Practical but bland.

In the past - in the music industry for example,  it wasn't always the incredible voice that was  the reason why a musician was successful. Now its all about the voice. many 70's and 80,s musical artists would have been hoofed straight off these viscious little talent singing talent finding shows. Hoofed off by the appointed gestapo type talent finding expert panel, that themselves are not always gifted with a great set of pipes and vocals. However are now seen to be the absolute benchmark of were "that particular creative industry" should be going. A few minds at the apex of the industry pyramid. Leading the creatives Pied Piper style into the morass sea of singular creative understanding. Its where AI to my mind, will eventually lead us all, everything painted black. Judging by AI,s collective understanding of human split second thought creative thinking, AI sees us as pretty dark. Like gothic teenagers at a grunge festival. We must simply keep trying to be a rose growing through a thick concrete tar encrusted shell. A shell now spreading thickly over all rich fertile creative soil. 

In the movie industry for example, it also seems that creativity is being stifled by remakes of old classic after not so old classic. Instead of trying to perhaps focus on new original material "take a chance"content, the movie moguls would rather tweek existing scripts of previous movies done many times before. I belong to several streaming platforms. The amount of movies i start and completely lose interest with is staggering. No story just special effects. I want a story so i can shed a tear. Not special effects and people beating each other up for hours. It is really tedious at best. Those who like that can watch wrestling or boxing where people actually beat each other up. Not this stylized movie MMA stuff. Now we have movie after movie of insurmountable powerful baddies who overwhelm goodies. Who eventually take the day. Same script dofferent AI really. Now its gangs of baddies taking out worse badies and all then becoming just a syndicate of bigger baddies. Its really about the pure story between the battles, real intelligence. The running commentary jokes while the characters kill, maim and beat each other up is now the psycho story. The Cosby show fused with a clockwork orange script. Not my thing really. Should have its own movie genre next to horror - complete sheet!!!

What ever happened to the concept of,  "i love music that ive never heard before" or "i love films im still as yet to see for the very first time ever??" Im jealous when i hear someone hasnt seen an epic movie that ive experienced. I will never go through that again. Unless i have my memories erased. 

Critics can also be the killers of individualistic talent & thought. Because we read what they say and judge films according to "these never made a film, self appointed guru's". Why not just go see the movie yourself - have your own opinion rather. Most times it wont be the same as the perhaps jaundiced eye movie critics.  Who are possibly paid by rivals to write scathing reports to tank the numbers. 

It appears to my limited understanding of such things, that we have reached a creative ceiling in many of the creative arts. WHY you might ask limited ol me?  Well it could be any number of reasons. It could be possible the blockage is the very creative schools and environments created to nurture such wonderful talent.  "a rose my friend, is always a rose, no matter the soil from whence it grows."  I find any expert in the field of arts is already not current when they have very strong opinions about the subject and refuse to budge on their established ideas. My esteemed book man - the one who was party to the 10 minute exchange of thought earlier. Throwing in the potatoes. He mentioned  punk rock was great - not because it was any good - or even nurtured incredible musical talent - in fact most of the artists where just screaming their heads literally off. No completely shouting really on a stage. But it lit a fire under peoples idea of what music was and could be. Creative endeavor doesn't always have to be a Monet. It has to be a passionate knee jerk unique response to ones own unique environment, understanding of established ideas. Remember only you are traveling the road your on. So only you can truly interpret it in your own artistic way. So why does it appear, everyone seems to want to just keep saying the exact same thing? Its sadly the herd creative mindset or the critic color in the line controllers who dictate. Or you will not sing in the next round Loss Vagas mentality. Why are we pushing creative synchronization, when what is needed is artistic creative individuality?

Remember a troll under the bridge will not ever let you past. Even though your vision can see the beautiful green grass on the other side of the Bridge. Trolls will simply never ever let you past. (Why?) simply because they can and will try to stop you, its their reason for living. So the reason is not complicated, however for sensitive creatives its reason enough to completely give up. Sadly many do just shrivel up and never sing again. That is why it is really up to the creative, to find a non violent way around those who profess to be the artistic and talent scout gurus of the day, the village, the country, the world. 

Get back to your artistic PASSION before even attempting any creative endeavors. Passion is the single most powerful reason for doing anything creative, its what you share, its what the world needs right now. Its why art exists, it inspires hope or a discussion of understanding at least.

The REAL success of your work is simply measured on how much YOU enjoyed doing it. The creative process is therapeutic. Artistic success is not on sales or who validates you. Original creative ideas and thoughts will always be met by extreme violent opposition from the expert critic gestapo type "self opinionated experts in the creative field" panel. Its how people without all the talent showcase they have talent by controlling those who actually have the creative ability. Why put yourself in that nightmare firing line, to become the next formula driven creative puppet. To  kick out an album with absolutely no RAW soul. About as emotionally driven as a rubber door stop. 

A person  born with a talent isn't always more successful than the folk who work hard at improving their accumulated creative skills through passion. These creative sloggers have  chosen to work at adding skills to their quiver along the way. Its the artists that see beyond the trolls on the bridge, that are the true future of original creativity and original artistic endeavor. Sometimes  trolls are hiding in plane sight and simply are passion buzz killers because of their own lack of any creative esteem.

So if you are a creative, please stop throwing yourself at cold fowl feet for creative validation. You really dont need artistic degrees and pieces of academic paper to tell you your an artist. (Scientists and engineers need these things) real artists really dont. Your last work is your degree. You just need a little bit of self belief to passionately follow what you love doing, = create a portfolio of artistic evidence. This out ways any artistic paper degree gathering dust on a shelf. The best creatives are those that have side stepped around the current established artist validation system, to. Confidently try showcase their own unique ability. The system will hate you for disrespecting it - but so what - a few seconds of bile and it then just hisses past to completely hate on someone else defying its caustic control. 

Original work is forged from those that remember their own life experiences, only they are capturing the life that they are living & lived in their art. Therefore only they can calibrate and interpret it and showcase what they are going through in output of work. Each creative to ones own chosen artistic outlet medium.

This idea might just stop the rise of the formula driven AI creative and give rise to the Passion Driven Creative Spontaneous Artistic Combustionite. (yup i know - its not a word -  dont care,) 

You want to be an off grid artistic creative? You must be prepared to "off piste" COMPLETELY. Make up your own stuff, unapologetically!! And also let me not start on dpelling and brammer, which you would of noticed, i giblets dont adhere to. The question is can one write if one cant spell or structure sentences correctly? Left out a lot of blimmen capital upper case letters, eish!!!  Um it is written?

mmmm, Thats actually a very, very interesting question? considering you have got this far by reading this completely unscripted badly written diatribe of dingbatness?

Life love

• Life can be seen in a graveyard tree.
• Radiant rainbow wave spray in a backlit sea.

• A hummingbirds stare through a window pane.
• An immenent storm scents the advent of rain. 

• Signs of life obvious to the watchful mind.
• Between dark shadows the light you will find. 

• Lifes silent sadness more ruckus than laughter.
• Smiling back at life will never ever end in disaster.  

• Look for life in a moss covered autumn floor.
• Life is present even when we are cold to the core. 

• The suns rays permeate our periphery vision.
• To love life is an observant conscious human decision. 

• QJD

2024

This story is not about a place any where near to you, or even from a planet your vaguely familiar with. Its a story about a mythical land of many islands. On perhaps a soon to be discovered world planet far, far away. 

Who will discover this planet of water filled with many islands, you might wonder?  Well, to be honest, you will, of course. 

The scales might just fall off your fused eyes and you will suddenly for the very first time see this completely mythical secret land of islands in front of your vision. Perhaps through a telescope set up in your back yard. So your discovery would not be magically apparent like the kings new clothes, it will be more like the exact to the second moment 99% of Mr. Bernie's many wealthy clients, suddenly discovered the truth behind his incredible promise of immediate ponsi scheme wealth. 

This very far fetched mythical story I am about to tell goes like this. There once was an extremely vain ruler, of a vastly wealthy,  mineral rich island, on this mythical planet far, far away. He didn't really get to power with any major skills or wit, he couldn't really even count, not even just a little bit.  However what counted in this rulers favor was he did posses large amounts of cunning, so much cunning in fact, he boasted to himself, that nobody could ever fool him. Because he was far to cunningly clever by half. He felt by half because a whole would be far to conceited. He did after all have important humility standards that he lived by.

Anyway the ruler looked across the vast waters surrounding his island and noticed the vast wealth of the other islands around him. These other islands had immense wealth. Not mineral wealth in the ground like his own island because their islands did not sit amongst the vastly rich mineral geological veins, like his land. These other islands had every single other thing paper money and zeros on a screen could buy- immeasurable paper wealth, vast riches that only a fantastically vain ruler could use to elevate his immense vanity, beyond any planets simple measure. What they really touted above all the wealth, was a ticker tape parade, where an approved incredible ruler would ride down the middle of each adjoining islands main capitol street. While everyone clapped and fawned and praised him and threw little bits of paper from very high buildings down on the passing waving entourage. 

For such an extremely vain cunning ruler, this was incredibly the most desirable thing to ever be imagined and have happen. 

His desire for these festivities he beheld on the islands adjoining, became a very deep obsession. To obtain this ticker tape fame and wealth from these other rich islands, the ruler would even sell off the birth rights of his future grandchildren for a bowl of blood red earth soup. All his kingdom had, to his knowledge was roughed out minerals, deep in the ground, gold , diamonds and rubies and valuable items, lying on the surface of the ground and his island had rich arable soil for farming. Oh and it was situated in an incredible rain fall area. His single island could feed the entire chain of other islands many times over. If it was farmed correctly, but that was a conceited thought he felt for later. What the ruler also had, was vast man power, enough man power to completely dominate the unknown planet of islands far, far away. 

So the ruler decided to see how he could extract some of this incredible wealth from the united islands around him. So he approached the very secret, Planets Wealth Control Board. (PWCB) a very secretive board of wealthy non existent bankers. Who where the sons of the sons of the men who first secretly met many hundreds of years previously to create perceived wealth from nothing. They created a wealth platform linked to art, paper money, a fort of hinted gold and to bits of coin and zeros on computer screens. They carefully listened to the cunning rulers plea - they looked at what the cunning ruler was willing to put on the table. They secretly deliberated, whispering and snootily sneering over coffee passed through a cat. 

They sat in their secretly held meetings and held a few public conferences. They then thought it best to hold another important trade meeting, in a meeting hall on an island on the other side of the cunning rulers land. They even stopped over at the dead of night, to taste the soil with pinched lips and noses to the sky. The cunning ruler was getting very anxious and his fat fingers and bulging eyes along with 4 fat rolls of bulging skin at the back of his neck. Quivered in complete expectation of the vast wealth and the all important ticker tape parades, he now could very much see himself participating in. 

In his vision, he was dressed in a bright colorful suit on the back of a limo, driving down a famous neighboring island street, while everyone waved and nodded their heads and clapped, while small bits of shiny paper fell all around him. He was smiling and waving and he was so very, very happy. The absolute complete respect of all the faces. This idea showed him he was very important. It was all so palpable in his vision of the future. 

Eventually the PWCB got back to him - they said the taste of his soil and what he offered was not worth giving him the vast wealth they had and the very important ticker tape parade was immediately cancelled - his request was DENIED!!!

This infuriated the ruler that his eyes bulged and he immediately ate 21 plates of fatty red bloody soup, so that he developed a 5th fat role on the back of his neck. This 5th roll popped out above the other 4 rolls , on the part of the head where there is not even any lose skin. He was so very proud of this 5th role of head fat and he learnt to look at himself in the mirror, so he could see roll number 5. He very proudly watched how the 5th fat roll glistened in the light of the far off planets sun. He rubbed goat fat on the new roll.

He went back to the very secret PWCB and said,  my island has vast manpower, that I can give you. The PWCB said they will consider the new terms, but the manpower must be pushed from behind, not pulled from the front. So the ruler set about creating ungovernable areas of his island, where he didn't like the people anyway, areas which where once peaceful but suddenly over night became war torn and lawless. This started the displacement pushing of the manpower across the vast waters and the PWCB where now most happy. A manipulated cheap slave labor force to do the unimportant jobs on their important island.

Yes, because vastly wealthy islands could not be concerned about the business of mundane manual work. Vastly wealthy islands sought to rather busy themselves with the very important things in life. Important things like watching TV and making sure it was all based on real life. Everyone watched reality TV because it was more real than the crappy lives they led.

So the PWCB had additional secret meetings and a few seminars and one or 2 important emerging island embargoes. This time they invited the cunning ruler (CR) to sit outside the meeting hall, so they could deliberate some more. He was very chuffed and made sure he sat in the sun directly opposite the mirror and closest to the big door so his magnificence would not be missed or lost when they exited.

But nobody entered or left, accept a very small man came out of a very small secret side door of the meeting hall and beckoned the ruler around the corner. He whispered in hushed tones that they had agreed in secret that he could have his vast wealth of money and ticker tape parades. The little unassuming man asked the ruler if he had a computer linked to a bank account. The ruler did indeed have such a thing. The little man said the ruler must give him the number to his personal bank account. Which of course the cunning ruler immediately did. The little man further said the PWCB had no need for the money to be paid back in the same given cash transfer method in paper money and computer screen one and zeros. However the PWCB would only accept return payment in the very filthy dirty minerals that lay deep under the soil of the rulers island. The cunning ruler immediately agreed, all the while rubbing his fat fingered hands together and looking at himself in the reflection of the window. He noticed a rising bulging 6th fat roll on his neck in the reflection. Oh how proud he was of his amazing cunning ability and the beauty of his swelling large face. And all this for dirt and cheap labor, how foolish are these wealthy countries.

Oh yes, how cunning he was - to have got all this paper wealth and zeros on a computer screen for just stinky dirt - he signed all the documents and then asked when he could have his ticker tape parade? The little mans nose twitched and crinkled rodent like as he transferred the vast wealth into the computer account of the cunning ruler. The zeros where so many the first computer couldn't handle all the zeros and they had to get a million other computers to showcase all the remaining zeros.

The very cunning ruler went home with his vast wealth on his many new computers, now guarded heavily by his newly acquired PWCB police force. They started the digging process immediately on the cunning rulers island and made sure those who remained on the island , who hadn't yet swum over the sea, worked very hard for free by digging up all the minerals they could. The PWCB secretly over saw the entire operation and as the holes got deeper, nobody planted crops in the very rich soil, nobody farmed the rich island lands. Everybody just now dug holes and handed over minerals. If anyone complained, they where put under the soil that they had just been digging up. More and more people risked swimming over to all the other islands around. Risked sharks, risked trafficker's, risked death  to get away from the carefully crafted greed machine plundering the very depths of the cunning rulers island earth. 

The other islands said shame what a pitiful bunch are those from that poor island, the PWCB denied knowing who was responsible for digging up all the soil. Everyone just said shame, what a very sad potential island of poor people wanting jobs.  The cunning ruler got so fat his thirteenth fat roll burst on his head and he died of septicemia. The digging of the soil was given over to generation after generation, nobody even knew where the computers where. The computers with all the zeros on them. However what was visible was the holes that got much deeper, the man power fled in vast numbers and the islands around got upset because they where now becoming very crowded with people from the mineral rich island. 

Everyone on all the other islands just wanted the wealth of the paper money and all the zeros on the computer screens. Everyone it seemed wanted the ticker tape parade and the fame to be on real TV for 5 minutes. Biting, scratching and slurping fifteen minutes of fame, while walking around with beautiful bodies surgically enhanced to showcase the light of a thousand cameras. A type of divinewood smiles that didn't ever change, even when the fame hungry participants started to really cry for real. 

So the newly secretly elected PWCB built an invisible island far away from the rest of the other islands. They then secretly released a viscous virus on all the other islands. One that would render a new world order and start a ground zero Adam and Eve scenario. With just selected genetics going forward because vast wealth paves the way for vast scientific advances. Carefully cherry picking the best brains, with the best physical attributes. The strange reality is that most of the PWCB where all incredibly ugly inside and out and only had cunning as an attribute. So good luck to that genetic strain of pure exclusive genetic raw material empire land builders. Those who build empires off the terrible suffering of others. 

Very fortunately for you , this is all just a completely mythical story on a planet very far, far away.

Very fortunately the telescope your currently looking through, from the vantage point of your back garden and the scales fused on your eyes,  tell you this story is completely impossible to ever be true.

If your very small telescope could currently register that this story could possibly be much closer to home than one thinks. We all would be in a great deal of trouble, would you not think? 

Well not if your one of the few PWCB members secretly meeting in a trades embargo on a secretly developed island, with a very secret side door and a tiny little rodent like man to negotiate between the very greedy and the extremely cunning.

Im so very glad i dont live on that made up planet. 

Wild wildetecture built environment habitats

Human sprawl tar concrete encrusted architectural urban scape is now spreading like a prolific malignant cancer across the earth. Gobbling up lush forest areas and laying waste to age old eco systems. Our architectural landscapes wrap the earth in tar, plastic, concrete and human filth. Forcing our beautiful wildlife into limited islands before obliterating these eco systems completely.

Im not here to glue myself to the very highways i use to drive. Or spray paint red on the very cars i use to travel. Im as much of the problem as big corporate. I live my little life with all the conveniences of a wrap the earth fanatic, whilst very much helping to obliterate the wild. The very thought of a pride of lions lolling about in my back garden leaves me cold.

However this nagging thought of letting the wildlife be 80% of earths coverage. Whilst us humans learn to occupy 20%. This habitable living concept keeps persisting in my mind. It requires discipline to design and implement and therein lies the rub. 

That induction speech from Pandora now resonates to my idea. "We not in Kansas anymore people ....... " 

Wild scape should be first and our architectural built urban environment a distant second. If we can create our lived in architecture between natures wild spaces, to my mind we will have achieved an equilibrium. Islands of architectural human habitat between the vast ocean of wild space. Our buildings could snake between herds of wildebeest and savannas. We could embrace the wild earth by creating 80% coverage raw eco friendly spaces that allow the wild to florish. 

As we now fanatically try head to red Mars to tame another planet, we have not even 1% gained the mastery of our blue jewel. The virus of man is a mindset and 99% of people are deeply infected. I write this to the 1%. Wild space can be the future of architectural urban developement. Creating human living spaces between herds of animal species could be key to our survival. Creating architectural environments that survive between the wild savannas.

A human fort frontier city solution within mostly wild open spaces is a viable solution. If we can go live on barren Mars we can live and populate the Sahara or the Gobi. 

This current very much live in our own filth and decay litter mongering urban dweller mindset can still simply continue with those who dont key in. They can simply live in there  own filthy areas. One could design lopen area prisons for those not able to see the vision. Perhaps let the more brainy of those who dont see merit join the exit to Mars. Simply to fervently go tar encrust the soon to have the human virus red planet. Shame. 

When our systems put back pure oxygen and clean water. We will have advanced to a better level. When we put back more than we destroy.  we will be really living. Right now only 1% of humans think and live like this. To those 1% welldone, i really need to simply be more like you. 

Life

Screaming wild eyes fierce with intensity.

Seeing gaping mouth full of verocity.

Starved broken heart full of insecure anxiety.

Mind drenched in a deep cloak of self pity.

Peacable hands trying to fill with incredible virtuosity.

Consciousness always striving for deep generosity.

Perpetuating this human cycle now gathering velocity.

All the above is a life saturated with immense curiosity. 

Scribes

Two scribes on the cave wall,

One yesterday, one long before.

Letters the latter, graphics the last.

Both represent a time to future from the past.

Anonymous scribe the picture the thread,

Letters a suicide the name not clearly read.

Intentions and motives long now lost.

As we try to translate the messages embossed.

The reach through time past, present, future.

Of hand print impressions and lettered features.

Both scribes with much that was left unsaid.

Are not present now as both scribes are dead.

A third scribe looks to the future from present reach.

A message thats bold impression letters now to beseech.

As artists we are simply just present day scribes.

Impressions on cave walls of our simple mundane lives.