GridcosmLevel 101 of 4691
Started on Jun 25, 1997.
Completed on Jun 26, 1997.
Grid poemArmed to the dimples, a cherubic SWAT team fluttered in and rightly swatted away that not so fresh feelin' that was stealin' all the color from the grid. Once again provin' that old dawg don't need a refresher course in how to live. He just needs a little fresh air to breathe, and a new yellow brick road now and again to bark at, mark on, and call his own. To live, to breathe, to rightfully seethe! calculations and a watchful eye can't help what's going through his head.
Getting aroundTo 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.
AdministriviaThis 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.)