Tuesday, 18 August 2020

Into the Ultraviolet Grasslands

Luka Rejec

(sound: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UAocdKXZBfY)


A pale sun rises in the east. Cosmos of stars recede to the crown of the sky in a dazzling tiara. The ever-purple haze lifts, leaving only a crystalline dew dripping from the gently brushing grass. The land is silent. A horned herd rises from their grazing to meet the day. Under the brilliance of dawn’s first yellow rays, shadows turn coat and cower under the nearest of many red mesas. A full spectrum of color swaths the shifting grass seas that spill endlessly towards the pale of the rising sun, riven only by a lone road - well trodden - that meters out the time behind you and the journey that lies ahead.


Moebius


Roger Dean





Studio Ghibli

Roger Dean


visuals: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SfKyuO1G5pQ

sound: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7HTiEV6uBcU


(start at the same time so that Max shoots the rifle on the first bass hit)



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Mad Max: Fury Road

Chris Foss

Luka Rejec



Mad Max: Fury Road




Dust screams across the low country. The ripping of engines, the chug-chug-chugging of crude fuel; the Lime Nomads are out Vome-hunting. Metal steeds, wicker autowagons and war engines belch filth into the heating day. The dry road runs red with fire and blood. Caravans scatter for protective Kraals lest they become easy prey. Yet these meagre war parties are little else but road kill to the rumble of the APEX PREDATORS:


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xh99sYnEdqQ 

^start playing this, volume up.


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9MPFAq_1wRM

^ cue this video, mute the volume and hit play when the audio clip reaches 24 seconds. 


(ignore everything that happens in the museum and anybody wearing eyeliner)


Phillipe Druillet



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Phillipe Druillet

James Stokoe



visual: https://youtu.be/3KZRAUJoTYg?t=44

audio: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xYcQT8F58OU


A protective Kraal: safe camp for the night. But the night brings dreams and no-one dreams easily in the Ultraviolet Grasslands. The Porcelain Princes stalk the emptied night for polybody hosts. Spectrum Satraps knock at the doors of perception to collect the sacral tax. Radiation ghosts slip the aether to hibernate in the recesses of your mind like Zoa in winter. Morning comes, cold and hollow. The ever-purple haze above promises the heat of another sweltering day.


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Jodorowsky
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Moebius

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Moebius




Arik Roper


https://youtu.be/oTBge73rBdk?t=926

^watch until the scene shifts back to Dr. Martok’s lab.


You are not alone on this journey. The caravan ambles its bulk slowly westward, into the dusk, towards the rumor of a distant black city on the edge of an shimmering sea at the end of time that you will never see. 


Luka Rejec

Luka Rejec

Luka Rejec

Luka Rejec




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