#thread4

Luca never imagined he would ever be placed in such a predicament but then again he never imagined he would ever have gotten divorced in the first place. Supposedly, life was strange in that way as you never knew who would walk in and our of ones own life. Things were difficult for him and rather stressful as despite everything both women were important to him and would seen impossible for both to be happy at the same time. In reality, he knew he should really be putting his love first before his ex but he seemed to be unable to help himself.

"Sorry I was a little late" Luca looked to Chloe after she had stepped in the car and gotten into the passenger seat. He did feel bad for making her put up with this and he knew even though she had never said anything and been supportive regarding the matter, on the inside she must be unhappy. He knew himself that although he would understand her supporting her ex through a hard time he too would struggle thinking her ex could try something to win her back. "It was bad traffic on the road" which was not a lie, at this time the traffic was shocking as it was a the notorious 'dinner time traffic'. However, had he not just been to see Christina who's been crying into his arms for the past hour then he would of likely made it on time. He just hoped he had dosed himself in enough aftershave to cover up the smell of Christina's perfume.

Reaching across the seat, Luca gently stroked a strand of hair away from Chloe's face and tucked it behind her ear. "How was your day?" He asked softly before caressing her cheek gently with his hand.

Gen Four - Orange

Gryffon and Fauno Thread

“Before you say anything it’s not my fault,” is how Dylan greets Finn as he arrives at his junk yard to find her sitting cross legged on top of her cars bonnet waiting for him. She’d rolled in early that morning. Emphasis on rolling. “She’s making the noise again, and there make have been a little smoke but we all have those days, you know?” ‘She’ being her old beat up car that costs more to run than a new one would but she didn’t have the finances to simply swap her over. Plus, both her brothers had owned it before Dylan. It was like a family member at this point. “And instead of jumping the fence to find parts all on my own I waited oh so nicely for you to come do it for me. See, I’m learning.” She makes it sound like she’s doing him a favor requesting his help, but really she’s just not sure what the piece he got her last time looks like or if that will fix the job.

‘Mindless Scrolling; an ode to time and space’ - Aubree

This is a response to Lee’s ‘In the Noise. Go to Sleep.’ in Thread 4.

The audio is a collection of different songs chopped and layered together, with some parts reversed to create a disorienting and discomforting sense of time. The piano instrumentals come from Hiatus Kaiyote’s ‘Rose Water’, while the jarring yet sometimes dreamy and indistinguishable vocals come from Tirzah’s tracks, ‘Hips’ and ‘Inside Out’. 

Confined within the four walls of my bedroom these past few months, my screen time has no doubt risen from mindlessly scrolling on social media to finishing assignments. It has created a mundanity in my routine where hazy memories of days, weeks and even months all blur into one - a digital abyss. 

The red, blue, black background is the visualiser for Hiatus Kaiyote’s ‘Rose Water’ created by visual artists @timeboy and @melissazrttt. Using audio and visual pieces from other artists, my final response serves as a bricolage of art that has kept me sane during these climate. I will always be a product of the environment I am surrounded by. 

'daydream: mind wandering, waving, breaking.'

This piece is a response to Lee's 'In the Noise. Go to Sleep.' and a couple of earlier pieces in the thread.

'daydream: mind wandering, waving, breaking.'

This piece is a response to Lee's 'In the Noise. Go to Sleep.' and a couple of earlier pieces in the thread.

In the Noise. Go to Sleep.

This piece is a response to Keisha’s and Vani’s sweet lullabies.

When a lullaby just isn’t enough to send you off to sleep. When sleep is a struggle. When you remind yourself of everything that happened that day, or 5, 10, 15 years ago. The things that keep you awake. The memories. The replays. The now and then. Back and forth. Letting go and holding on.

This piece takes elements of my life, mixes them to represent insomnia. Inhabiting and orchestrating the conscious and unconscious states you slip in and out of in the initial stages of sleep.

The clock reminds me of what has been and what is to come. What I have let go of and what I will keep. The keeper of time. The rhythms.

The rubix cube teases me with its algorithms I can’t keep time with and that I will never solve.