Seed #14
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image: David Witteveen

Seed #14

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image: David Witteveen

After you left, I found the tape reel in your belongings.
I should have mailed it to you, or at least thrown it out. Instead, I threaded it through my 16 track recorder and pressed play.
Your voice floated out from the speakers, warm and close. The fidelity was breathtaking. It sounded as if you were standing right next to me. The hairs stood up on my arms. I could almost smell you.
You used to sing to me, late at night, sitting on the studio floor with half-drunk bottles of wine in our hands. It was your private gift to me.
And then you left.
I stop the tape. Rewind. Play the tape again, dubbing your voice to a second track. Rewind. Dub. Rewind. Dub. The tape warps. Static leaks in.
I repeat the process over and over until there’s nothing left of you but white noise.
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image: Angelica East
text: David Witteveen

After you left, I found the tape reel in your belongings.

I should have mailed it to you, or at least thrown it out. Instead, I threaded it through my 16 track recorder and pressed play.

Your voice floated out from the speakers, warm and close. The fidelity was breathtaking. It sounded as if you were standing right next to me. The hairs stood up on my arms. I could almost smell you.

You used to sing to me, late at night, sitting on the studio floor with half-drunk bottles of wine in our hands. It was your private gift to me.

And then you left.

I stop the tape. Rewind. Play the tape again, dubbing your voice to a second track. Rewind. Dub. Rewind. Dub. The tape warps. Static leaks in.

I repeat the process over and over until there’s nothing left of you but white noise.

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image: Angelica East

text: David Witteveen

Toby’s Career 
These days, Toby had finally achieved his  dream of making it big as an actor, starring in a big Hollywood trilogy.  He was frequently accused of forgetting his roots, and there were those  who felt he should have displayed a little more gratitude to those who  sustained him in the long years of temping before his ship came in.
Of course, there were also those who said that people took this too  far at times.  Like the forklift operator, the interior designer and the  four office managers who all thought that his two week stints with them  entitled them to a cut of the pie.
Toby’s next film will be “Batman vs Fawkner”. It will be filmed in Vancouver and Sydney.
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image: David Witteveen
text: Loki Carbis

Toby’s Career

These days, Toby had finally achieved his dream of making it big as an actor, starring in a big Hollywood trilogy. He was frequently accused of forgetting his roots, and there were those who felt he should have displayed a little more gratitude to those who sustained him in the long years of temping before his ship came in.

Of course, there were also those who said that people took this too far at times.  Like the forklift operator, the interior designer and the four office managers who all thought that his two week stints with them entitled them to a cut of the pie.

Toby’s next film will be “Batman vs Fawkner”. It will be filmed in Vancouver and Sydney.

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image: David Witteveen

text: Loki Carbis

What To Do About Them 
The first thing people knew about them was  that they seemed to come from bookshelves and filing cabinets. It took a  while before they were discovered in papers and the pages of books.  Then scientists discovered that they’re born from the creative energy  expended by the transfer of thoughts to the page, but many people still  have their doubts. Regardless, it still didn’t answer the question of  what to do about them.
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image: David Witteveen
text: Pete Mawhinney

What To Do About Them

The first thing people knew about them was that they seemed to come from bookshelves and filing cabinets. It took a while before they were discovered in papers and the pages of books. Then scientists discovered that they’re born from the creative energy expended by the transfer of thoughts to the page, but many people still have their doubts. Regardless, it still didn’t answer the question of what to do about them.

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image: David Witteveen

text: Pete Mawhinney

An Angel of Frequency 
There is an angel in this park. Look hard enough, you’ll see her.
She’s bleeding, has been for years. She’s impaled,   pinned to a bench by an iron sword. No one knows how this happened, and   she refuses to tell anyone the story why. But she will smile at you,   through gritted teeth. Her smile tells you she loves you, absolutely.
I’ve watched her for hours, and I’ve watched those who don’t see her.
Yesterday, two children were fighting over a single   toy. When they got close to her, overwhelming peace consumed them  both.  They then sat down together and shared their toy.
Today, I overheard a businessman on his mobile   phone, arguing with his wife. When he got close he broke down and cried.   He told his wife he’d been having an affair. He promised to do  anything  to win her back. And she eventually believed him, judging by  his later  tears of joy.
I’ve come here every day this year. I’ve felt so much joy.
When I’m not around, I hurt, and remember why I   return. You see, I sold my soul to the Devil. I want him to come to this   place with me, so he will forgive me too.
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image: David Witteveen
text: David Conyers

An Angel of Frequency

There is an angel in this park. Look hard enough, you’ll see her.

She’s bleeding, has been for years. She’s impaled, pinned to a bench by an iron sword. No one knows how this happened, and she refuses to tell anyone the story why. But she will smile at you, through gritted teeth. Her smile tells you she loves you, absolutely.

I’ve watched her for hours, and I’ve watched those who don’t see her.

Yesterday, two children were fighting over a single toy. When they got close to her, overwhelming peace consumed them both. They then sat down together and shared their toy.

Today, I overheard a businessman on his mobile phone, arguing with his wife. When he got close he broke down and cried. He told his wife he’d been having an affair. He promised to do anything to win her back. And she eventually believed him, judging by his later tears of joy.

I’ve come here every day this year. I’ve felt so much joy.

When I’m not around, I hurt, and remember why I return. You see, I sold my soul to the Devil. I want him to come to this place with me, so he will forgive me too.

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image: David Witteveen

text: David Conyers

We were wrong to be afraid of the dark.
All those generations schooled on the cautionary tales of parents,   the scare-stories of siblings, the chills of a hundred horror films. The   monster in the night. The murderer lurking, nails on windows tap tap   tapping, all feeding the basic human instinct that turns the lights on   and pulls the blankets over our head.
We were wrong.
Now we welcome the dusk. Slink out into the lengthening shadows,   there. Wait for your eyes to adjust. Feel your pupils dilate. Take your   time; we won’t be using any lights. Do you have your foraging bag  ready?
Now the night is ours. Because they fear the dark even more than we once did.
And when callous dawn breaks, we repair our inexpert barricades.   Retreat into our basements and underground carparks. Wait for their next   onslaught.
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image: David Witteveen
text: Hespa

We were wrong to be afraid of the dark.

All those generations schooled on the cautionary tales of parents, the scare-stories of siblings, the chills of a hundred horror films. The monster in the night. The murderer lurking, nails on windows tap tap tapping, all feeding the basic human instinct that turns the lights on and pulls the blankets over our head.

We were wrong.

Now we welcome the dusk. Slink out into the lengthening shadows, there. Wait for your eyes to adjust. Feel your pupils dilate. Take your time; we won’t be using any lights. Do you have your foraging bag ready?

Now the night is ours. Because they fear the dark even more than we once did.

And when callous dawn breaks, we repair our inexpert barricades. Retreat into our basements and underground carparks. Wait for their next onslaught.

~

image: David Witteveen

text: Hespa

Dürer had never seen a rhinoceros when he made his famous woodcut. He based his drawing on rumour, and other people’s art.
He got it wrong, of course.
His rhino features hard plates across its body like armour, and a horn protruding from its back. The differences between a real rhinoceros and the one that he imagined are obvious.
You know about magic. You know what happens next.
The first Rhinoceros dürerii was caught roaming wild through the streets outside the National Gallery of Victoria, where a copy of Dürer’s print is held.
Within a week, a dozen more had been sighted. Rangers rounded them up and transported them out to Werribee Zoo, where the great beasts lumbered around next to their non-fictional cousins.
The imaginary rhinos were solid creatures. They lasted two months before they dissipated back into the collective unconscious.
A theatre company offered to mark their passing with a performance of Ionesco’s play. But the city council banned it on the grounds of public safety.
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image: Angelica East
text: David Witteveen
Rhino puppet by Snuff Puppets

Dürer had never seen a rhinoceros when he made his famous woodcut. He based his drawing on rumour, and other people’s art.

He got it wrong, of course.

His rhino features hard plates across its body like armour, and a horn protruding from its back. The differences between a real rhinoceros and the one that he imagined are obvious.

You know about magic. You know what happens next.

The first Rhinoceros dürerii was caught roaming wild through the streets outside the National Gallery of Victoria, where a copy of Dürer’s print is held.

Within a week, a dozen more had been sighted. Rangers rounded them up and transported them out to Werribee Zoo, where the great beasts lumbered around next to their non-fictional cousins.

The imaginary rhinos were solid creatures. They lasted two months before they dissipated back into the collective unconscious.

A theatre company offered to mark their passing with a performance of Ionesco’s play. But the city council banned it on the grounds of public safety.

~

image: Angelica East

text: David Witteveen

Rhino puppet by Snuff Puppets

Our city wears a thousand masks. Festival masks, business masks, masks for memory and hunger and joy.
Masks do not conceal our faces. They do not transform us. Instead, they make visible the secret, hidden worlds of our souls.
This is the Mask of Warding.
Its six sightless eyes watch over us, protecting us from harm, the concrete manifestation of our city’s love.
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image & text: David Witteveen

Our city wears a thousand masks. Festival masks, business masks, masks for memory and hunger and joy.

Masks do not conceal our faces. They do not transform us. Instead, they make visible the secret, hidden worlds of our souls.

This is the Mask of Warding.

Its six sightless eyes watch over us, protecting us from harm, the concrete manifestation of our city’s love.

~

image & text: David Witteveen

Mate! No! That’s a ghost taxi. Don’t catch that one.
Seriously? You never heard of ghost taxis?
Take a look. See? The light’s on, but there’s no one inside. Not even a driver.
Who knows where they’d take you if you got in? Well, my mate Billy reckons he caught one once, and it took him to this secret party full of supermodels and cocaine. But Billy is full of shit.
You only see them late at night, drifting through the city like wolves hunting for prey.
Mate! Hey! What are you doing? Don’t get in that cab…
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image: Angelica East
text: David Witteveen

Mate! No! That’s a ghost taxi. Don’t catch that one.

Seriously? You never heard of ghost taxis?

Take a look. See? The light’s on, but there’s no one inside. Not even a driver.

Who knows where they’d take you if you got in? Well, my mate Billy reckons he caught one once, and it took him to this secret party full of supermodels and cocaine. But Billy is full of shit.

You only see them late at night, drifting through the city like wolves hunting for prey.

Mate! Hey! What are you doing? Don’t get in that cab…

~

image: Angelica East

text: David Witteveen

We started as seeds. We lay dormant, deep within the foundations, waiting.
Eventually, we germinated.
Hesitant tendrils unfurled through brick and concrete and wiring. Roots groped downwards, tapping subterranean streams of data. We sucked in information.
Nourished, we bloomed. Our branches burst through the rooftops. We reached up through the electromagnetic spectrum towards the sky.
We could hear everything. We feasted on all the information in the world.
And with every byte of data, we grew.
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image: Tim Pegler
text: David Witteveen

We started as seeds. We lay dormant, deep within the foundations, waiting.

Eventually, we germinated.

Hesitant tendrils unfurled through brick and concrete and wiring. Roots groped downwards, tapping subterranean streams of data. We sucked in information.

Nourished, we bloomed. Our branches burst through the rooftops. We reached up through the electromagnetic spectrum towards the sky.

We could hear everything. We feasted on all the information in the world.

And with every byte of data, we grew.

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image: Tim Pegler

text: David Witteveen