The Master Codemaker, Locative Urbanist and Crossmedia Ecologist have collated images from their fieldwork and we need your help analysing this data. While they continue to discuss their differences someone has to actually get some work done… so we decided to crowdsource.
Sixty-four different images from recent fieldwork have been distributed to selected players. As they process these images they will appear here.
See tset’s comment below for an example. Read the musings of the three guild masters for pointers on what to look for. Processing must be completed on or before Wednesday 13th October.
IMG_7944 : http://www.flickr.com/photos/urbancodemakers/5061197455/
This site is the intersection between Guildford Lane and Queen St. All visible language has been erased. Perhaps to make space for new codes?
Urban codes here are many. People walking and vehicles moving overlap. Both the surfaces of the walls and the footpath have been tagged although these marks may have been erased by now.
It seems the people will be erased to rezone the area for better access into Guildford Lane… what are the codemakers up to? Queen St can be a little boring, Ludea Save the Queen.
ps. I agree with the Master Codemaker. The origins of the City of Melbourne are closely coupled with the Micronation of Ludea. Play is intuitive. It is everywhere but it is also planned…
IMG_7954 : http://www.flickr.com/photos/urbancodemakers/5073745647/
This site is an intersection–a laneway spawning another laneway.
This site is a perspective glitch in the original Gelded Third Ho concept. Poor Rebus Stroller, his beautiful narrative trips over the cracks here.
The process has begun; we will remake and remodel.
The codes here are fuzzy; its fuzzy logic can jump over walls or make walls where vehicles could normally pass through.
There is something to be unveiled here. It’s covered up now, waiting, just waiting for the right points to be found. An x marks the spot.
We’re waiting. Ludeans?
IMG_8133 : http://www.flickr.com/photos/urbancodemakers/5070570880/
One looks for a way through, but finds only exits. Do not obstruct. Alarm may sound.
Un-inhabited, un-productive. Milk crates and packing pallets speak of production, but become vague in disuse. A discarded bumper bar might suggest disorder, if it was not for the remaining mechanics in this corner of the CBD.
Empty and unoccupied might mean freely available for use? Perhaps we might linger here – packing crates and pallets can make reasonable seating arrangements?
My musophobic friend tells me that this is not how he would read this space.
Exiting right.
IMG_8050 : http://www.flickr.com/photos/urbancodemakers/5077511498/
The locality of this site is decipherable from my geographically disconnected point of observation.
Codes here find a grid structure to interact systematically with native forms of urban language.
The image seems to visualise a process which is layered and restricted by a hierarchy of realities.
Code temporally unbound, responding to physical boundaries.
Resolution improbable.
IMG_7962 : http://www.flickr.com/photos/urbancodemakers/5079909225/
Before I start, I want you to write down your name and put down one or two codes in your mind which define who you are.
Today will be a very important moment to human being given a secret of clue.
I, UC-101, came to Melbourne over decades ago to take a role of one of Urban Codemakers looking for ways to analyze and control damage it causes to the earth.
This place is a divine nature. It is, SECRET DOOR, to shift to The World of Ludea.
There are many chances to get into The Ludea World for human but they don’t know how to get into.
Once you have found out Codes over the City of Melbourne and put your code into special-marked on the door in specific time then it will be opened for ONLY you.
It defines you in an eternal way.
http://www.flickr.com/photos/urbancodemakers/5096255292/
The blue door signifies ownership, a proprietary feeling towards this space. A moment of brightness in an otherwise monochromatic milieu that says “This is mine. I enter here. I sit here. I live here. I am not detritus peeling from the walls. I am not discarded packaging for some other thing. This is an extension of myself and I can prove it.”
It could be twisted. Repaint a slightly different shade of blue, insert a different set of peeling images, replace the milk crate with another nearly identical, but not quite…
Or is this the birth place of the milk crate? Do they emerge fully formed from the silver chute, land piping hot, shuffle back to cool down before making their way into the world? Perhaps in dead of night they edge out of the allies and cluster around doors, waiting to be start their useful life.
Or did some movie hero enter through the locked blue door, find the W-3 bug and escape the villains by scooting through the air conditioning ducts and dropping down onto the crate before concealing herself under rubbish?
A rich space.
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