Light is an elusive prey, especially meaningful light - that is when
the ubiquitous photons choose to gather in recognizable patterns. To
capture those layers of congruence you need a certain level of
spiritual openness - otherwise the light just bounces off you as if
you were just another piece of dark matter. A clever contraption could
augment the chances of a significant capture, such as a device with a
wide surface of contact with what we call reality. Without getting too
technical this can be achieved through a thorough physical
overextension or through pure speed shaped into a highly esthetic
molding. There is a high order of initiated shamans who can control
these devices and occasionally, probably overexposed to a sudden burst
of light, they get caught in and have to go through the tedious task
of covering their tracks with layers over layers of collected patterns
that through their exhilarating complexity (or simplicity) deter any
deep inquiries into their identities. It started a while ago, first in
caves in an anonymous format. Later they were given names to keep a
record of their fortuitous intrusions. A rather recent file was opened
on one known by the name Mark T. Smith who became notorious for his
absolutely brilliant depictions of shimmering rhythms ... archetypal
shapes ... exuberant renderings of urban mythology. He will drive his
carefully balanced contraption at perfect velocity, that which
transforms your surrounding light into vibrant sails. Later he will
cut them into manageable pieces to spread them around. He would charm,
he would use eloquence, he would do anything to distract attention
from his persona. Unfortunately his choice of device is a splendid
Corvette.
Nicholas Veg
New York, December 2011
