#vividity

I love the idea of moving art being explored across not just human movement, but mass contraption movement, with tons of people on bikes with fluorescent colours lighting up the night. It’s so simple and yet visually spectacular, as its variety of light that is displaced over time and shown to be a myriad, which is calming and energising simultaneously, which as an art form usually are two mutually exclusive things, when expressing emotion. From different perspective you can fell lulled by the performance and its cascading colours or from another angle be enriched with the vividity of the bold shapes and colours woven through the continuous movement. Overall it’s a spectacle that is simply achieved and giving an awesome effect.

A clip of NOTIFY wsg @donal_lunny @tarabreener playing #vividity. A very enjoyable concert at @fleadhcheoil in #drogheda #notify #donallunny #tarabreen #padraigrynne #cillianking #cormacmccarty #davieryan #eoinwalsh #trad #traditionalirishmusic #jazz #fleadhcheoil #fleadh #concertina (at Barbican Centre) https://www.instagram.com/p/B1dN0laCZ1_/?igshid=cwjynvfxjju4

I know, I was just trying to make my original intent clear. People can come up with whatever they want, I have no problem with that whatsoever -- I just don't want to risk people to think I'm saying one thing when I'm saying another.

It reminds me of the rice ball thing from Fruits Basket haha, but please! Tell people who feel like outlines that you can see their colors!.

The rain pours down. Through every crevice, every pothole, crack, hole in the wall, it seeps, dripping, saturating the world. The floor runs with it, an eddying mass of swirls and reflected light. The buildings droop with it, sagging under the pressure, crumpling in on themselves. Evening wants to drown in it. She wants to lose herself and sink, sink, sink until she hits the bottom and there's no life in her anymore. She's got nothing left, and she wants the relief, just this once. Oliver wants to stay out of it, inside the cosy bookstore with a fire and maybe a cup of hot chocolate. His life's a romance, he's happy. The people he surrounds himself with are happy. Everything is happy, and light and pretty. Except for the blue girl in the bookstore with the dark hair and saddened eyes. She's beautiful. Haunted. Like sunshine in rain. He wants to touch her, to see if she's real. But he knows he can't. She's just a whisper. And Oliver is endlessly fascinated by her. Read more on Wattpad @Vividity