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With all… March 5, 2011

Filed under: Pietmond,Uncategorized — baker Blinker @ 9:42 am

… the raging debate over health care reform in Amereca and deep divides in government, I’ve been asked about Pietmond’s collective stance in all this. Pietmond will always remain a *world* community, separated from any of the 2 Amerecas or Ueroupe or any other real life place in that respect. It has no set political agenda. It is spiritually neutral, in that no official religion is allowed. Since it has no politics or religion, no separation of state and faith are needed.

But what, someone asked, is TILE then? Seems like a religion to me. Yes, it can act as a religion in a pinch, but it will always morph back to something harmless and fluffy in due time, like a teddy bear or other stuffed animal taken to bed by a beloved child. And on the other hand it makes for a heck of a colorful board game, but without set rules (see: Rainbarrel). If I had to commit myself, I’d say TILE is more philosophy than anything else, and this is how it likes to speak of itself personally, for it does have a voice (see: Meatwadianism).

Are there Anti-TILEists in the world beyond Pietmond, or even inside Pietmond? There’s always an anti- to anything regular and established, and I think that’s good if not taken to extremes. I contacted the appropriate people and, yes, I have been given clearance to give out the names of the several Anti-TILEist living within Pietmond’s borders presently. One, Warren Zeevon, aka Warewolf of Linden, believes in the power of 3 over 4, and the other, the Canopean alien Clarence Colgate living above it all, believes there are 5 archetypal divisions of what he calls The All instead of the 4 TILEists constantly haggle and debate over (see: Pietmond Open Space).

TILE has been criticized because of its origins in a Foreign One. This is false information: it comes from the concept of 4-in-1, sometimes also corrupted as 4orrin1, which is in turn a corruption of Norris, Tennessee. Warren believes that when the levee breaks we’ll have no place to go, and Pietmond will have to be rush limbaughed to higher ground. The Norum cemetery will be underwater, and the blind, heathen power of Sapphire Mother Source 4 All 1 will be dissolved. The flood will come; inevitable.

What of Clarence, then? Well, he just thinks the whole idea of Pietmond is silly, like gerbils being funded for, well I’ll go into that now…

I asked Warren first about his beliefs, and he says he practices it mostly to be a good and correct model for his children. It took me a minute to understand what the bachelor was talking about, but then I realized he thought of his gerbils “around back” as his son and daughters. He proudly states that he has created a fund to send all 4 to gerbil college when they mature, which should be later this month. Then we had to cut the discussion short as one of the “daughters”, Hazel, was spotted leaving the lot and heading toward the snake-invested rocks to the south. Warren luckily caught up with Hazel in time, but he said I should leave now and ring him up later that night. It was only after I got a ways down Long Way that I realized Pietmond had no phone service.

Which acted as no hinderance at all for speaking with my second Anti-TILEist of the day, although the Colgates now live at the 7000 meter level above Pietmond (directly above the TILE Temple ironically) and far outside of any native Pietmondian’s natural flight range. Several villagers have stated to talk to Clarence or any of the other 3 in the family, all you had to do is hold a finger to each temple simultaneously and concentrate on contact. After some confusion about holding the sides of the TILE Temple instead of the temples on my head, I found this method (telepathy) to work quite quickly, and Clarence, clear as a bell, relayed to me that he was raised a Pentagostal and sees no need to change his belief system even after dying and being reborn as a Pietmondian several centuries back now.

So there you have it. Warren and Clarence coexist in Pietmond despite their differences with each other and the citizens surrounding and sometimes even crowding in on them (Pietmond being very small and all). When Pietmond was Pitchfork and the 4th was seen as “Underground”, it was a bit different, but Peter SoSo and the revealment of The Labyrinth changed all that. The only present danger I can sense is that Warren is so engrossed in Pietmond’s past as Pitchfork. Unhealthy obsession? I decided to attempt to contact Hazel telepathically and ask her opinion.

“Meek!” came the answer clear as a bell.


Gallery in the Rocks

Filed under: Artists: Pietmond,Otaki Gorge,Pietmond — baker Blinker @ 7:09 am

I’ve already mentioned in this previous post about how I’ve transformed the empty Gallery None structure into the Gallery of the Rocks, and featuring the photography and art of Stegokitty within. Well, here’s some of the details.

Floor 1 is filled with texture rich photos such as, right to left, “Tombstone 5,”…

… “Hudson,” “Gas Station Curb in the Rain,” “TPC Photoclub 004,”…

… the wonderful “Underbelly” (snapped beneath the bridge crossing the Blackstone River in Lincoln, Rhode Island), and finally “Creamery”, taken through a car window on a rainy day.

Floor 2 offers up Stegocat’s first digital collage named “I Wake Up My Family”. I think what I like most about what in my opinion is a really nice piece of art is that it all builds up from a relatively empty landscape. We are left to ponder where this could actually be set — a golf course? someone’s back yard? The fading in of the child as he drifts down from the sky to land on terra firma in the foreground may imply the “waking up” part. Is Stegocat himself the sun here, the “I” of the title? And what of the green head partially seen in the lower corner with the same face? I really like, also, the contrast of sea green and gold in these two figures, mirrored as well in the different shaped “snowflakes” running east to west across the picture that divide them from each other.

The 2005 painting beside it is quite interesting as well: another sun/flame image in the top half of the picture, with one eye instead of two this time and with what appears to be little sickles sticking out of each side. Menacing flame figure? Balancing this out at the bottom is a similarly golden pyramid emitting lighting bolt shapes, with the center occupied by what seems to be another Egyptian derived figure: a variation of the winged disk or winged sun. The 4 ants may be a tribute to Dali (?) Great colors here again, and similar to the palette used in “I Wake Up My Family” beside it, add in the brilliant red of the central wings and ants.

Which naturally leads into a discussion of “Big Red Barn Yellow Head” on the opposite wall of floor 2. Here we have the same solar face as appears in “I Wake…”, but without the halo flames, and snugly encompassed in a black, square opening in the barn facade. The head now is also tilted in the opposite way: symbolic of falling asleep instead of waking up? And what of the bright, red barn?

The rich, gold color acting as a focus for all 3 major art works on floor 2 is what really sticks out for me in looking at them through Baker Bloch’s eyes now. In contrast, I decided to frame “Big Red Barn Yellow Head” with two darker and more subdued pieces, both dealing with peephole experiments.

Floor 3 brings us more minimal landscape effects, including 4 pictures of the same signpost taken at the relatively same angle that I decided to animate in pairs and position beside each other, another highlight of the exhibit I feel. To their right is a more manipulated picture called “Field of Fear”. Indeed!

Another great, open landscape picture, but I’m not sure how well it translates onto a Second Life prim. I’m counting (through Baker Bloch eyes right now, again) 5 larger rocks in the background, all of which must be at least 10 feet long. I definitely feel a desire to step into the picture and walk out into the field and to the rocks for further investigation. I’ll have to ask Stegocat where this is taken.

Baker has to stretch out his back a bit before heading up to floor 4 to complete our tour. Must have gotten up from the pillow on floor 2 in an awkward manner, he postulates.

Snowy landscapes greet Baker on floor 4, with more great contrasts of color. I especially like the implied mystery surrounding the central shack of the left picture. What would it be like to wake up on this very morning there to such beautiful surroundings?

Then we close our tour with “Night Snow Scene”, taken through a car window again, and then, lastly and appropriately, “Goodnight”, which implies that the inclusive hand is about to perhaps painfully extinguish a flame to end the day.

Well done Stegocat!


Tower of TILE: opening up; freeing up

Filed under: Otaki Gorge,Pietmond — baker Blinker @ 7:04 am

Darwin’s Asteriod looking up past the front of the Quadtower of TILE.

Freeing up prims by deleting lower floors/stairs in the Quadtower.

Recolored the floors in the tower open in the middle to better reflect the classic 4 tile hues looking up…

… and then down.

It seems that Pietmond still rocks!