Now and then the wind sends swarms of white blossom floating in the air; they come down on the dark green limpid surface and drift slowly to the edges of the pool.
(B. Wongar, Walg 2.2)
Upon the yellow lattice of parchment
lines of lettering are inscribed. If
you have attained the wisdom, you might
translate the dactyls into
jeremiads. In place of the elaborate
black script, you will see
(Michael Dransfield, ‘Chopin ballade’)
And it’s so graphic, this little blue, white, green and brown jewel-like icon amongst a quite featureless black vacuum.
(Stewart Brand, in interview with Bruce Mau, 2004; http://www.hohlwelt.com/en/interact/context/sbrand.html)