Gridcosm
Level 39 of 4702Created on May 01, 1997.
Artist matrix
Grid poem
Its mother having not yet returned from her jump over the moon, he satiated the calf by singing an Irish lullaby until it fell alseep in his arms, leaving his clothing smelling like cows and needing to be washed. Whenever he ironed shirts, he felt as if he was lost in the spirals of a drunken haze with weird shapes playing across his eyes. So grab your map of the Colorful Stars as we drive and if you look to my right, we're off to GridLevel 40, our inflated heads a-bobbin'!Getting around
To navigate, click the outer edges of the grid to zoom-out (up one level). Click the center of the grid to zoom-in (down one level). Would you prefer to jump to a random level? You might also enjoy the animated viewer, with which you can watch Gridcosm levels fly by. Disoriented? Read more about the Gridcosm collaborative art project.Administrivia
This is Gridcosm engine version 2.931.Completed level images are licensed under Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 2.5 Generic License. (This does not apply to individual pieces by single artists.)