Have you ever had that sensation when following a thread of interest, engaging oneself in a path woven of story, so ripe with possibilities… this is how I originally found my way into Ideapod.
Justin and I reconnected yesterday. It had been three years since he left LA, about five years since we first met when he launched Ideapod Beta.
Now on his way betwixt and between Asia and Brazil, he touched down with wings of steel. Daedalus’ grief could be heard whispering beneath the ailerons hissing Icarus.
Provisioning for his journey we set out on a drive along the California coast slowly snaking up, around and over Topanga Canyon for a glancing overview.
Tugging at Ariadne’s ball of thread, the unraveling provided an opportunity to get lost in this mind laden maze to create anew.
We followed it through the concoction of mind, the labyrinth of our own making, pausing for contemplation under the oak elders.
Like Thesus, Justin and Rudá have called forth Ariadne by name, she who may well be the mycelia of mythOS has ensnared a cast of characters.
The least of which we wonder the nature of this notion and need to sacrifice, feeding the lust that tugs from within. Neither human nor beast but all, exalts the Minotaur commonly mistaken as a monster.
For these are the tangled truths of the ties that bind. The meaning we make. The webs we weave.
It’s not beyond our grasp. These archetypal threads. The method to our metaphors.
The way out… or in.
Mark’s Myth is an exploration into the synergies of ideas… riffs blending wordplay, story telling, technology and the arts weaving together a tapestry of synapses and milestones.