Essence Of A Petrie Dish…

“Another head hangs lowly
Child is slowly taken
And the violence, caused such silence
Who are we mistaken?

But you see, it’s not me
It’s not my family
In your head, in your head, they are fighting
With their tanks, and their bombs
And their bombs, and their guns
In your head, in your head they are crying.” Dolores O’Riordan

With care! We produce miniature robots, bundled rows of life about Earthrise and underneath Moon-sparkle, still altered-still same and always twirl-spaced across time bridged and kind. They remain unchanged yet constantly evolving, dancing through time and rhyme. We strive to evoke longing and embrace diversity. As we mold them, they come to life, transitioning from concept to reality with a burst of energy, returning to the darkness before emerging anew.

This is the only way we would have it.

‘La Liberté éclairant le monde’

“Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed, to me:
I lift my lamp beside the golden door.”

Freedom must continue to be spoken, even when the message is too intense, too overwhelming, and too obscured to clearly see. If we do not persist in speaking out, we risk perpetuating the failures of past, present, and future ‘Dreamscapes.’ We must remind ourselves of the power of words, even as loud voices seek to drown out reason and understanding. It is only through coming together and embracing communal dialogue that we can hope to discover true understanding. We must question whether institutions like the FCC, Congress, or the Federal Government will seek to restrict our hard-won freedom of expression. In a world dominated by fear, control, money, and ignorance, our liberties are constantly at risk of being curtailed. Let us not forget that government exists to control, not to promote freedom. Let us resist the forces that seek to limit our voices and uphold the fundamental right to speak freely. Only by standing together can we ensure that our voices are heard, our words are valued,

‘And! Our Freedoms are preserved.’

Do not despair, and do not tolerate inequalities, for wealth is not meant to be hoarded by a few, but shared by across the planet we call home. Throughout history, we have seen disparities in wealth and the ability to create it change and harm most of humanity. Let us not accept unequal rewards for our hard work. Balanced income may seem like an unattainable reality, but we must never give in to resignation. People power and nonviolent revolutions can bring about change and create a more just society. By urging our groups fighting against the destruction of the earth to come together, protect themselves, and fight against unjust bondage and avoidable death, we are sending a strong message. It is heartbreaking to see the damage caused by our environmental crisis.

‘It seems like the Forces of Capitalism always stand in the way of reversing it.’

The essence of Petrie dishes, life droplets, creations of dolls, spirits of robots, in the mysterious void of space without dust, a mother ship without rust, traveling through miles of twists and turns before the final day arrives, just another way of being realized, forgotten, remembered, embraced, and replaced. Life is fundamentally sacred, not in its mystical spinning, but in its constant swirling of supreme worth. Androids dance in electric nights, love guides through dark fears and into bright lights. Shadows touch the moonlit ceilings and time passes without races, in these fleeting moments.

‘Life is an Almost Maybe’

And! Beautiful you are…

‘Caribbean Blue’ by Enya