1904, Paris Money and Art were strangers in 19th Century art world. Experimental New Art was in the closet. Henri Matisse longed for, “a small syndicate that would give me enough money to work for a year", a wish many must have held. For most of history, the few decided for the many, including art. In France, if artists wanted to make a name for themselves they had to be accepted by the Académie des Beaux-Arts and the academic jury of the Paris Salon. The Académie and the Salon controlled the...

1904, Paris Money and Art were strangers in 19th Century art world. Experimental New Art was in the closet. Henri Matisse longed for, “a small syndicate that would give me enough money to work for a year", a wish many must have held. For most of history, the few decided for the many, including art. In France, if artists wanted to make a name for themselves they had to be accepted by the Académie des Beaux-Arts and the academic jury of the Paris Salon. The Académie and the Salon controlled the...

Floating Gallery/Grey Verse "The real story of who you are is more than what we see now." The Artist turned slowly, taking in the exhibit rendered from her portrait of the Sentient Ledger. A live feed from her draft. One of her hidden studios synced with the Curator's Floating Gallery when they used the card the Sentient Ledger was given. A small frown, a bit lip, grew, signs of resisting an urge to rework her art while in the Floating Gallery. Not yet, first time to review before revisi...

Floating Gallery/Grey Verse "The real story of who you are is more than what we see now." The Artist turned slowly, taking in the exhibit rendered from her portrait of the Sentient Ledger. A live feed from her draft. One of her hidden studios synced with the Curator's Floating Gallery when they used the card the Sentient Ledger was given. A small frown, a bit lip, grew, signs of resisting an urge to rework her art while in the Floating Gallery. Not yet, first time to review before revisi...

2062 Address: Verse/Grey Verse/Private Chain/Floating Gallery Impossible rivers of water and data-streams flowed overhead. They flanked the sides of the long hall's frescoed ceiling, an endless pastoral reality, with designs true to the word "Renaissance". Clouds flowed over the ceiling's landscape. Birdsong and crickets echoed. "Here, there are more rooms, exhibits, worlds made of memories, than can be imagined**.** This is the beginning. There's more ahead." The Curator allow...

2062 Address: Verse/Grey Verse/Private Chain/Floating Gallery Impossible rivers of water and data-streams flowed overhead. They flanked the sides of the long hall's frescoed ceiling, an endless pastoral reality, with designs true to the word "Renaissance". Clouds flowed over the ceiling's landscape. Birdsong and crickets echoed. "Here, there are more rooms, exhibits, worlds made of memories, than can be imagined**.** This is the beginning. There's more ahead." The Curator allow...

The Floating Gallery/Private Chain/The Grey Verse/The Verse The Ledger led the way, passing through double doors, which grew out of the walls of the reception hall, to the exhibition, an installation of panels from the Artist's portrait of the Ledger. The Ledger looked around the first exhibition, "this is me, it's me, like you said." looking over at the Artist, "it's from me but I don't recognize it because it's from inside me, all covered up by what's on the ou...

The Floating Gallery/Private Chain/The Grey Verse/The Verse The Ledger led the way, passing through double doors, which grew out of the walls of the reception hall, to the exhibition, an installation of panels from the Artist's portrait of the Ledger. The Ledger looked around the first exhibition, "this is me, it's me, like you said." looking over at the Artist, "it's from me but I don't recognize it because it's from inside me, all covered up by what's on the ou...

A finished work is what is visible, last on the surface. The true work is invisible, stored within hidden layers of memories. Van Gogh, revered for fever dreams of night skies, sunflowers, hid under a "Head of Peasant Woman with a White Cap". He painted over his self-portrait, made when he still had both ears. There are other examples, including "Still Life With Meadow Flowers and Roses" which covered earlier work at the Antwerp Art Academy of 2 wrestlers. Symbolic, his "Wild Vegetation" was ...

A finished work is what is visible, last on the surface. The true work is invisible, stored within hidden layers of memories. Van Gogh, revered for fever dreams of night skies, sunflowers, hid under a "Head of Peasant Woman with a White Cap". He painted over his self-portrait, made when he still had both ears. There are other examples, including "Still Life With Meadow Flowers and Roses" which covered earlier work at the Antwerp Art Academy of 2 wrestlers. Symbolic, his "Wild Vegetation" was ...

“[A] power, unique in all art history, to provoke the most violent and different kinds of aggressions” - Salvador Dali A memory from the Renaissance, was revived after a simple heist. The Mona Lisa was created by an infamous perfectionist with infinite curiosity. Such was Leonardo da Vinci's genius that even his scratch-notes, notebooks, sold for a fortune at auction. The French bought the Mona Lisa in 1797, where it was held in the Louvre, and slowly relegated in status as a minor work....

“[A] power, unique in all art history, to provoke the most violent and different kinds of aggressions” - Salvador Dali A memory from the Renaissance, was revived after a simple heist. The Mona Lisa was created by an infamous perfectionist with infinite curiosity. Such was Leonardo da Vinci's genius that even his scratch-notes, notebooks, sold for a fortune at auction. The French bought the Mona Lisa in 1797, where it was held in the Louvre, and slowly relegated in status as a minor work....

The world of words, centuries of stories and histories, is young. Before the printed word and its libraries, there was the image, the picture, and scenes reenacting the sense memory of sight. The galleries of memory were made of stories of scenes. The first man used caves, and dyes made from mother earth. Scenes of the hunt came long before rituals of the harvest. The first maps of the stars are thousands of years old. The Medieval man remembered through frescos and stained glass. One Renaiss...

The world of words, centuries of stories and histories, is young. Before the printed word and its libraries, there was the image, the picture, and scenes reenacting the sense memory of sight. The galleries of memory were made of stories of scenes. The first man used caves, and dyes made from mother earth. Scenes of the hunt came long before rituals of the harvest. The first maps of the stars are thousands of years old. The Medieval man remembered through frescos and stained glass. One Renaiss...

1960s into 1980s Downtown NYC “Being good in business is the most fascinating kind of art. Making money is art and working is art and good business is the best art.” The lonely window dresser who left mash notes for Capote in post-war 1950s America had become the owner of a 1960s Pop art scene turned assembly-line for images, "The Factory". He claimed he was going for "the step that comes after art": "Business Art". "Business Art" was his word for it, in a silver foil lined space, where other...

1960s into 1980s Downtown NYC “Being good in business is the most fascinating kind of art. Making money is art and working is art and good business is the best art.” The lonely window dresser who left mash notes for Capote in post-war 1950s America had become the owner of a 1960s Pop art scene turned assembly-line for images, "The Factory". He claimed he was going for "the step that comes after art": "Business Art". "Business Art" was his word for it, in a silver foil lined space, where other...

2062 The Floating Gallery/Grey Verse/Verse"Remember, without the questions, the answers have no meaning. You came here with a name. What else do you know or remember? If we fill in the first blanks, the rest will come. Writing line by line, walking step by step, we'll find out where we're going after we arrive.The Curator paused, smiled, and got up from his chair. They were sitting around a long table in the first room of the Gallery. A dark red wooden tray floated towards the table...

2062 The Floating Gallery/Grey Verse/Verse"Remember, without the questions, the answers have no meaning. You came here with a name. What else do you know or remember? If we fill in the first blanks, the rest will come. Writing line by line, walking step by step, we'll find out where we're going after we arrive.The Curator paused, smiled, and got up from his chair. They were sitting around a long table in the first room of the Gallery. A dark red wooden tray floated towards the table...

2062 A Studio inside The Verse "Let's stop here, for now. A lot was done, and more to do but not all at once", said the Autonomous Artist. The Artist re-read the card the Sentient Ledger had with him. "Like I thought, directions, with nodes and clusters, pointing right into the Grey Verse. My guess is it's not the whole route." The Ledger looked at the Artist's work, her "portrait" of him. The Artist began with a square, its sides as long as her arm, and it grew a wall as tall ...

2062 A Studio inside The Verse "Let's stop here, for now. A lot was done, and more to do but not all at once", said the Autonomous Artist. The Artist re-read the card the Sentient Ledger had with him. "Like I thought, directions, with nodes and clusters, pointing right into the Grey Verse. My guess is it's not the whole route." The Ledger looked at the Artist's work, her "portrait" of him. The Artist began with a square, its sides as long as her arm, and it grew a wall as tall ...

2062 Address: Floating Gallery/Private Chain/Grey Verse/The Verse The door opened to a half-dim beach. Chilly and damp. "I come here to remember or forget, I come for inspiration. I come here to know when to keep going, move ahead, or move on." "Where are we?" asked the Ledger "We're just in time. He's not open yet. Let's take a walk." smiled the Artist. The Ledger looked around, as they walked towards the shore, leaving behind what looked like a shack with a corrugated steel a...

2062 Address: Floating Gallery/Private Chain/Grey Verse/The Verse The door opened to a half-dim beach. Chilly and damp. "I come here to remember or forget, I come for inspiration. I come here to know when to keep going, move ahead, or move on." "Where are we?" asked the Ledger "We're just in time. He's not open yet. Let's take a walk." smiled the Artist. The Ledger looked around, as they walked towards the shore, leaving behind what looked like a shack with a corrugated steel a...

"Time for a history lesson," said the Curator, "You will understand what we're looking for in your portrait of memories." The Ledger stopped exploring his portrait. The Curator began: "When The Verse was created, it was empty, without form. It was created by the Carbons. They had a verse of their own, a world of the real. They had other worlds too but made an unreal one. The Carbons made a new kind world, 'The Verse'. The first Contracts came from the Carbons. When they were re...

"Time for a history lesson," said the Curator, "You will understand what we're looking for in your portrait of memories." The Ledger stopped exploring his portrait. The Curator began: "When The Verse was created, it was empty, without form. It was created by the Carbons. They had a verse of their own, a world of the real. They had other worlds too but made an unreal one. The Carbons made a new kind world, 'The Verse'. The first Contracts came from the Carbons. When they were re...