Syrinx Arts

Life - encasement within the Visible.

Scherzo

Life AfterRain. Gentle creatures silently claiming their turf, dainty snails and synchronised ringworms. Life is beautiful.

Scherzo

You can embody with skill, wisdom, and attractiveness, whatever you are, even if what you are is incomplete. Do not wait for your maturity.

Matthew

The Black Sea 2

The more I study this body, the more it looks like a high schooler's engineering project. A crosshatching of ropes and pulleys over a frame that's comically square. A swiveling head that must awkwardly aim at whatever it wants to see. Wide shoulders that suspend dangling arms like cranes. Ball-like ankles that cannot quite figure out how they should land on the ground. Strips of what seem to be tape or gauze plastered over areas that couldn't quite hold themselves together. Organs! Crammed in at the last minute, a salad of random lumps. Skin to hide it, as if in shame. And the whole thing bottled up inside of this miracle machine: DNA, which contains the recipe and lets it manifest anywhere there's a womb. Is DNA the part the high schooler's dad helped him out with?

And then I watch people dance with it, and I forget all my mocking words.

Then there is the god tree. The brain, the fruit of intellect, blooming in the skull, sending its trunk down the spine, rooted in the limbs by a fractal feathering of nerves. The heart, the second tree, pulsing from the center, sending out and drawing in. These are the patterns of the cosmos, endlessly elegant. The primordial packaged within machine. So can I convince myself to enjoy the rest of the body just as much (when it isn't dancing)?

It seems incomplete – halfway realized. Whether an adaptive program or a single maker at a single time conceived this, it needs perfecting. Our efficiency can improve. Keep what is elegant – do away with extraneous compartments and frivolous knots. Will it happen, over a thousand years? A million? Can we make it happen? What will it look like?

The Black Sea