Gridcosm
Level 55 of 4702Created on May 10, 1997.
Artist matrix
Grid poem
That darn whale was late again so I drank a pot of coffee, read the paper, took a tinkle and let the dog have my term paper. You're fish without warning. You can clear your mind and swim, or call for help, and that number, once again, is 555- Gee, our idee - - what was I thinking? To pass fish eyes off as pearls requires concentration, determination and a willingness to enjoy a day at the beach.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.)