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故事村
Village Story
Story Village is a place of mythology, existing wherever there are people.
Its features are found throughout every culture and every era
of our peoples long history and longer future.
This particular insight into Story Village came from several sources;
- An exhibition outlining the concept,
- that the exhibition was banned
from a 3D digital art space Virtual Reality platform
because the owner is prejudice
against use of AI art generators to augment storytelling;
- my reaction to that,
which is to embellish on the themes
indicated by that series of images
and their arrangement in the exhibition.
- The art utilises subject matter as symbolism familiar to the observer.
Stories grow with the telling.
They reinvent themselves as necessary.
Their purpose is entertainment and education.
Stories require Audience, lest they are forgotten.
"A picture tells a thousand words."
故事
兄弟
Story Brothers
The Brothers Grimm dedicated their lives
to collect, reinvent, invent, European folk tales.
They are Storytellers on par with Shaharazade
in their cultural impact and significance.
親日
Shinnichi
Falling in love with all things Oriental,
as many Westerners do,
especially seen amongst subcultures
of the petro-plastic & digital generation,
comes discovery of the themes of
Chinese and Japanese folk tales,
fairytales and ghost stories
also historic, traditional and contemporary daily lives.
森林村
Forest Village
The village is in a glade surrounded by a Great Woods.
The way a forest grows.
A natural place for everything.
Connecting for integration.
Reaching for diversity.
A river runs through the village.
The way a river flows.
Path of least resistance.
Always finding the lowest point.
If a way is blocked,
grow in size and layers,
find another route to flow.
Lonely ruins of ancient buildings surround the village,
many are inhabited.
The way a village grows.
Generations came before, generations yet to come.
Our place in the world.
To decide our role in todays community.
What do we bring? What do we need?
Ways of Trade.
A Road runs Yonder
A road runs
North and South
Through a village
Cold and Heat,
Ice and Fire,
Death and Life,
Pole and Equator.
Those are obvious roads
Well traveled and known.
Roads worn by many through ages.
Roads of extreme.
A road runs
East and West
Through a village
These are the twin roads of
Separation and Unification.
These are roads of nuance.
These are the roads of many paths,
Through worlds and throughout time,
Entwined.
For many Travellers
the Road itself is home.
The village is a crossroads,
A melting pot for distillations.
Temporal distractions for some,
A place of its own.
Strangers in the Woods
Guardian and Vigilante,
Bandit and Faye.
Do we trust them?
Do we trust ourselves?
Interchanges of communication
Compare against our Intuition.
Both are primal, lest we forget our survival.
For they are questing too,
All in the Forest are questing.
All here are a part of the Forest
Because they are not of the Village.
How do my own experiences relate directly to the Story Village?
加美位置
Kami Place
When a river hits a rock,
it grows.
It brings silt to grow a strong tree there.
It develops diversity,
going two ways around
instead of ceasing,
instead of remaining,
a singularity of purpose.
It evolves.
This is how a river grows.
It overcomes difficulty,
It continues to flow.
If it is stilled it grows in depth,
develops levels, retrospective, reflective.
Becoming so big it overflows the obstruct.
What once was a trickling stream of optimism
becomes a wise river.
Water knows;
there is always another way.
To find the path of least resistance
Must first encounter resistance.
童夢
A Dream of Childhood
Wild creatures spoke directly to our emotions, intuitions, translated by our minds,
Because our minds were working, then.
We remembered they were spirits as our own, connected.
A choice to love or hunt was made.
As adults we too often forget
This simple awareness.
The animal souls led us on adventures,
Through paths unknown to those
Who taught us Civilised Ways.
In the Art School I was told;
"The creative adult is the child who survived."
I ask;
"Do you know any real artists?"
I ask again;
"What is the purpose of Art?"
It appears
Only the Shamen have the answers.
The ones who live around the village are called Wizards and Witches.
Those who have cause to pursue their studies semi-civilised.
I chose my path long ago
Even while others chose it for me.
Living in two worlds,
I became the Bridge.
[TBC]
