A day dream lived.

The brilliance of crowd funding.

bonedancer@rocketmail.com — Fri, 25 May 2012 15:54:16 GMT

People in communities have been doing crowd funding for as long as their have been people, accept we the funding used to be food in our bellies and fires around us and sometimes this is still true.
This is the wonder and what is good as well, few things are as good in ones life than sitting with friends and sharing stories learning about the world that we create in our imagination and vision and our creation.

Now our communities can be anywhere in the world and maybe we would only be one person in a small city but spread through the world we might be a tribe. The other brilliant notion is that the money goes directly to people or organizations and then things start happening as soon as the people put the metal to the stone, and a blade can become keen in this way. Very little bureaucracy and oversight this is two people sitting in their garage. Inventing the future.

That has what has been great about America, is the strong individualism and the persistence that makes things happen even when things seem insurmountable. So many things that people thought could not be done has been done, and it will continue to be that way. As long as people have the heart and fire of a mountain.

http://www.indiegogo.com/artistspornography

A Brush of Emotion and Expression

bonedancer@rocketmail.com — Sat, 19 May 2012 07:19:46 GMT

I feel the roller coaster.
I choose the track.
A dirty sock.
A lovely kiss.
Big turds on your window shield.
A phrase that you simply cannot believe.
Your baby murdered.
Friendship in a moment chosen.
A puzzle unable to be solved by you in your life.
Never ending goals ending in never ending quests.
Smiles to the sun for no other reason.
Sharing with a person you do not know.
Death of a loved one.
Putting someone before yourself.
Having a friend say precisely the most unexpected thing at exactly the right moment.
Jokes that went right.
Teaching someone and knowing that they get it.
Fate that you cannot change.
Believing with question.
Believing without.
Truth expressed in a reproducible usable way.
Valuing something for what it is rather than what it is not.
Valuing a thing for where it is rather than where it is not.
Caring about something that does not care about you.
Birds collapsed and dying with out the ability to intercede no matter how much you wish you could.
Sudden shifts in state.
Never being able to say good by.
Wanting a thing that you cannot have.
Wanting a thing that you have worked for your whole life and finding that after the journey you have finally found it.
Separation from something you care about that you will be reunited with.
Aha!

These moments and so many more painted with a brush of emotion and expression.
How the palette of emotions have as much variance as all of the wavelength in all possible universes.
So in the moment we brush and we do paint ourselves in the strokes of the choices of our life.
To creating the image that we finally share only in the completion and exhaustion of what it is we are.

The thisness of me

bonedancer@rocketmail.com — Sat, 19 May 2012 06:55:55 GMT

I don't contend to the life or death of a thing or even to existence.
Only it's possible implications and the effect on the world that we visualize interests me.
Only the question that frustrates us that makes us angry that pushes us to exhaustion as to why it would be asked, and what would one do to approach it. The experiment a game, the world a game, the universe a game. Whether played as a king or a pauper all ends are the same and although some may be burned and some may be shortly remembered. In the grave we are all equally accepted and while our lives may have been unequal or deaths will not be. We will die equivalently for as long as we die. So be a beautiful body to be eaten by the universe to be consumed and transformed, only folding this way or that. For the paper takes it's life in the folds ever emerging into new creations of an exalted imagination. In this we live most fully in our minds but the thisness of us exists where ever we may lay it where ever it is placed. Even in this do I find the thisness of me.

Worlds of shape and pattern

bonedancer@rocketmail.com — Thu, 17 May 2012 18:50:21 GMT

Worlds of shape and pattern by unixarcade

Do I repeat you O shape.
I do O your IO. Wow Mom!
Did I do that OI.

Such was the way of pattern repetition shape color scene.
Only I am the computer and the programs are my thoughts.
Os I wrote them an operating system of choice.

Phylogenetic Morphological Trees

bonedancer@rocketmail.com — Thu, 17 May 2012 18:45:37 GMT

Phylogenetic Morphological Trees by unixarcade

How algorithmic I?
So I question how much of me is software?
How much of me is hardware?

I grow these trees from mental algorithms.
I call libraries of colors to paint them.
I describe them with commands called to exhibit.

These are pictures of a mental exhibition.
In pattern repetition form and idea.

What are the morphologies, of your trees?

An Artists Pornography

bonedancer@rocketmail.com — Sun, 13 May 2012 06:56:09 GMT

An Artists Pornography

Short Summary

My name is Matthew Kowalski, or Luminosity what ever you prefer. I have been dreaming and working on visions and internal prophecies pushed forth from the active mind dreaming reality. I know hope and despair, love and hate and the very many dichotomies that I declare unities. For understanding of these things comes in a completion in a full circle a wholeistic experience that is taken in and possibly transmitted. I have been creating this work out of a need, an internal voice that keeps pushing me ever forward, and yet no matter how fast I run to the destination. It always asks more of me, to move faster to dream bigger. So dream a little dream for me and help me to make this mission a success.

What We Need & What You Get

I am going to use this money to buy art supplies to complete work.
Every contributor will also get a copy of the work sent to their email address thank you one and all.
If you donate any amount I will put you down as a contributor with a the title of your choice and your name or a name of something else you care about in the final pages of the book.
The top ten contributors will be able to send me a word and I will create a work that I will share with them based on this term.
The number one contributor will be sent a physical unique work.
If I do not achieve my goal I will still invest what has been donated to the work, and I will still finish the book, I thank you all for your consideration and I know that we can make it happen together.

The Impact

I live in Michigan, and it is a place of hopelessness and hope and I do my part the only way I know how which is to be the full embodyment of myself. That is the best that any of us can do, and by being this avatar of the internal I we sing the universes song, and nature finds a way. So I will as I have always done work for you, and work for me, a complete unity of action, a fitness to purpose in a grand emergence.

Other Ways You Can Help

If you could share this work with people who can help, I would appreciate it, you have my thanks and gratitude for what ever you have been able to do, Thank you.

If you want to make video's images or the like for this project feel free.

If you want to send me messages ideas, banter or the like feel free.

In the mean time enjoy the images that I have colleted and shared on pinterest.

http://pinterest.com/lumiosity/

I am told Indiegogo has share tools use them, please!

And that’s all there is to it.

Eine Kleine Abstraktion

bonedancer@rocketmail.com — Thu, 10 May 2012 23:56:10 GMT

Eine Kleine Abstraktion by unixarcade

What do they know of you wander?
What do they know of your experience?
What do they know of your suffering?
What do they know of your compassion.
They see what they will but what will they know as they stand in the presence of the unexpected. When the unexpected stranger saves them.
Still a story told, and would they know of a nights abstraction.
I would take it to have a little nights abstraction.

White Rabbits Mask

bonedancer@rocketmail.com — Thu, 10 May 2012 23:54:16 GMT

White Rabbits Mask by unixarcade

In the mask I found myself nude and hidden.
I find the potential to be a dreamers dream.
Still in the moment the isness was greatest.

So I breathed and I expelled the energy of the akasha.
Art and magic have never been separated.

They inform the potential as they are informed by it.
It was and so we where as we dashed through a looking glass in a mad queens race where we could only hope to speed up as we just keep pace.

Such is the joy of the love and the crash, and the rabbit would take us on our trip to wonderland. One game of nine men morris played in a hypercube, while computing the potential of every possible poem.

Visual poetry

Sinuous Land Scape

bonedancer@rocketmail.com — Thu, 10 May 2012 23:52:27 GMT

Sinuous Land Scape by unixarcade

What a landscape the mind doth procure.
In elaborate internal vision, it would paint color in tone.
All would be inferred by these internal emergent structures, and the self we would create with our ever moments notions.

Systoma De Meta Cognito Canon

bonedancer@rocketmail.com — Thu, 10 May 2012 23:49:53 GMT

Systoma De Meta Cognito Canon by unixarcade

What is transmitted through the vast ecologies, in the super organisms we exist within? What is our part in these organisms?
What can we create through our colaboration?
I have seen the power of a unified front of a seeking of fitness to purpose and the derivation of thoughts about thoughts and what magical webs they weave. Is that not what we do in a hypermind dream in a dreamers mindscape.
So we would imagine our imaginings and as the many we would show itself in I and how interesting is this creation through emergence.

Thanotopic Morphetic Nocturne

bonedancer@rocketmail.com — Thu, 10 May 2012 20:44:09 GMT

Thanotopic Morphetic Nocturne by unixarcade
Does our death not sing to us, outside the distance of the self, yet ever counting towards
another unbecoming. How often in our lives have we unbecome without or within our awareness.
Before I was born I did not exist, and when I die I will not exist, yet their may be fragments of proof
of this existence. So I am changed by death as it changes me as it's counting and it's knowing
pushes me in the direction of action, action to a purpose, and a purpose I have created for this life.
I have found my purpose in expression, whether in a tool, a program, a building, or food.
I exist to express, and so my nocturne played is as sweet as the music of the day, and I meet both with the embrace of
the sweetest lover.

The way to deal

bonedancer@rocketmail.com — Wed, 09 May 2012 20:34:36 GMT

A long time ago through a set of most unfortunate circumstances, I came to bier and embrace my shadow self as much as the light.
I recognized that my shadow self has an interest in this game and the survival of the flesh that the bones do carry.
Though I also discovered that putting away the shadow only makes for situations where the shadow seeks to surface.
Where by embracing my shadow I was able to face fears, angers, human truths and ugliness in hopes that I can do something good with these things that are as much a part of me as the love. So I found that I could move through and get by these emotions with my love and that it could be a guiding light and it could add the edge when I most need it.

If we do not recognize this self then when the self appears we will not see it as ourself and it will be very difficult for us to do something possible with a force so strong. With proper understanding one can dance with the shadow and bring it to light for their is no control of this being, only adept dancing to bring about profound results.

For one that is integrated fully is calm in the eye of the storm.

Qi Shi

bonedancer@rocketmail.com — Wed, 09 May 2012 20:16:33 GMT

An expression of a life.
What is it we seek?
I am born as a human personification in this life.
So I have set out to be this personification in this ultimate reality.
Sexual selection has made me a male.
Society gives me the masculine gender.
Yet I have not interest in taking on this role or any role when it comes to gender.
I have decided that this is not important to a personification of my expression.
While it might be interesting to play this game for a period of time.
It is more interesting to explore the nonsexed, manysexed, manygendered world of ideas.
Ideas themselves have a sexiness and seduction of their own.
It may even be that the produce more dopamine than sex under specific circumstances and if conditioned for will often times produce more amiable results.
So in this personification of a human form we exist to express.
So to achieve my goals of being a human I must do just that.

For to be as you are expressed is to be exactly what you should be, as you create yourself through self selection.

The self laid bare

bonedancer@rocketmail.com — Wed, 09 May 2012 19:28:38 GMT

Two days ago I started an adventure, one of taking in the imagery of others.
So often and so much do I derive through multiple iterations of my own thinking do I create myself and my formalisms.
Extended though now I sought to know the other their heart as my own, and I found myself experiencing every emotion.
As I took these two days to review and at the end of the two days I found myself without many of the calluses, I had been wearing for so long that they where imperceptible to me.

So I wonder how many of us wear these thickened skins within or without our awareness?
What then becomes of us as we move through out the world with this disconcern?
I imagine we would get much of what we have now as this state seems to be a product of not thinking, not speaking, not caring.

Not thinking, not speaking, not caring are the characteristics of addiction, and many other maladies that plague the soul.
It is not as though you will get rid of your problems in one day if you have built up these problems for years, but a little bit over a long time will help to solve the problem over time and through time.

The experiment
To explore imagery for 24 hours on as many human expressions as I could find.
To save the most striking interesting or on themed work for improvement of the self, improvement of the world.
To share these images with others so that they might be helped by the time well spent.

The result
To feel a variety of feelings that I may have not felt in sometime, in rapid succession.
To feel as though something in myself had healed or lifted through the emotional exploration.
To cry tears of joy, and sorrow.
To know the work was good and had an impact.

This is where the results of the seeking up until this point are kept.
http://pinterest.com/lumiosity/

A days efforts

bonedancer@rocketmail.com — Tue, 08 May 2012 04:40:00 GMT

Although I produced a number of things today, through practice and play, here is a composition of a few of the things that I created in a scene.
I used mswlogo to produce the image.
I am certain that I will do more with the project but in the mean time we enjoy the journey.

From Public Domain Images

and this is the code to produce it

clearscreen

perspective

repeat 4[

repeat 10[forward 10 penup forward 10 pendown forward 10]

right 90]

home

repeat 36[rr 10 arc2 180 100 arc2 -180 100]

repeat 36[down 10 arc2 180 100 arc2 -180 100]

repeat 100[fd 100 rt 180 rt 10 fd 100]

Letters to a friend

bonedancer@rocketmail.com — Sun, 06 May 2012 13:28:45 GMT

I may have already met you at my origins, now for my recreation might I see you.

Yes mayhap when the fair winds, spill into port, and you meet me on days of summers fires.

I will see you when you come and meet the straits again for what weathered ports may weave.

These lives that we live embers of the stars.

Many minds in mindscapes

bonedancer@rocketmail.com — Sun, 06 May 2012 12:21:19 GMT

Many minds in mindscape what a way to be.
Any mind at all extraordinary be.
Nystagmus connotes a presence of mind that which informs one as to something internal expressed in the external.
Yes, the minds they make it so.

Kindly exploration into the subtleties and exponentiation of geometric form in meshes and multi dimensional arrays.
Interest wrought by external exposition.
Now the moment we master to make our days.
Days expressed.
Stillness evoked in an explosion of being.

Of how interesting.
Fine was is as well.

Minds a many and so luxurious wrought to existence through emergence.
Interest in the minds we currently do not accept as minds and they might yet be.
Nickering a knack for neighing an extraordinary mind indeed, just in being a mind.
Days have passed the fires of mind from days now passed to days not yet.

Many kinds of minds may be, how lush the possibility, for every mind a bright fire against the black of the unconscious.

Yang Mantra

bonedancer@rocketmail.com — Sun, 06 May 2012 12:03:30 GMT

Going to make the best of the day, moving to achieve.

Ying Mantra

bonedancer@rocketmail.com — Sat, 05 May 2012 05:55:11 GMT

Not going to sleep to night just going to work tonight.

An exploration of beauty

bonedancer@rocketmail.com — Fri, 04 May 2012 18:45:29 GMT

An exploration of beauty
http://pinterest.com/lumiosity/

Long Draconus

bonedancer@rocketmail.com — Wed, 02 May 2012 16:17:09 GMT

Long Draconus by unixarcade
From when are thine, Long Draconus?
A mystery and a dragon, thou.
Read into the mysteries and wisdom, thee.

Away we go, into the clouds of mystery, to find ourselves in strict contemplation.

Mr Mustachio Heraclitus

bonedancer@rocketmail.com — Wed, 02 May 2012 16:14:24 GMT

Mr Mustachio Heraclitus by unixarcade
You are a big man Mr. Mustachio Heraclitus.
You are a strong man Mr. Mustachio.
You are a man with a big mustache Mr.

Nightmare Man

bonedancer@rocketmail.com — Wed, 02 May 2012 16:09:31 GMT

Nightmare Man by unixarcade

Nightmare man gives you a fright tears up the night.
Nightmare man a shadow on your mind.
Nightmare man coming soon in time.
Nightmare man ready for a rip.
Nightmare man terror, don't you slip.

Frightened children dream about you.
Parents know your real.mare

I am your face

bonedancer@rocketmail.com — Wed, 02 May 2012 16:06:53 GMT

I am your Face by unixarcade

In me am you.
In you am me.
I am your face!
I am your face!.

So I scream it to the heavens until they break.
So they broke and they washed over us and through us.

Shi Ruff Ruff Bow Wow

bonedancer@rocketmail.com — Wed, 02 May 2012 15:59:40 GMT

Shi Ruff Ruff Bow Wow Buddha by unixarcade

Shi Ruff Ruff Bow Wow
May you make them bow.
May you make them kow tow.
Shi Ruff Ruff Bow Wow.

So Ruff, and Ruff, and Bow, and Wow