Cube

Remember elementary school, where on the first day you played silly games to break the ice and get to know everyone? This is something like that.


The Cube is a Kokology game meant to reflect your personality in an image. The different things, as they are added, create a portrait of yourself without actually considering yourself. I have shared my Cube with only a few people, but in an effort to break the ice, here it is.


The Desert:
A warm area at sunset, the sand is an intense terracotta with creams and siennas blending effortlessly together. The landscape gently slopes and the sand ripples in the wind, like a fluid entity that’s living of it’s own accord. Mountains rise in the distance, a soft purple color, dwarf-like on the horizon. Behind it is a canvas of pulsing streaks of blues, purples, reds and oranges, soft violet clouds that are barely wisps. Everything radiates color in it’s purest and most concentrated hue, and the sun sets as a blot of rust fading off the page. Shadows are cast by the mountains, failing to reach the place where I’m standing. There are no signs of life, no plants, no animals, just the desert.


The Cube: 
My cube is approximately 3 feet in height and hovers above the sand maybe 6 feet from my perspective to the right. It’s made of a blue metallic material that doesn’t sparkle or shimmer, but shines where the light hits it, almost a glossy finish that makes it look liquid instead of solid. The blue color is a vivid electric hue, neither light nor dark, but balanced. The cube doesn’t spin, or move, it simply floats with nothing to support it or connect it to anything.


The Ladder:
When the ladder is added the perspective changes, I’m standing on the ladder looking down at the cube. The ladder is a simple wooden A-frame that’s old and worn not from use, but by weather and time. By the looks of it, it wouldn’t be someones first choice of ladder if they had to use one but it serves it’s purpose. The grain is a sand-blasted brown with a grey patina, similar to an old fence or barn.


The Horse:
The horse, once added, races across the horizon, entering in from the right and arcing around the area where the cube is located. It’s far away, but not so far that you can’t pick up the details. It’s a glazed chestnut in color, a white streak down its face along it’s nose. Eighteen hands tall and musculature obviously pristine, the shadows and highlights can be seen as it runs, the dips and crests and movement as its muscles press the horse onward.


The Storm:
A storm broods over the mountains, clouds dark and ominous, lighting streaking across the sky, forking and dividing numerous times. The storm doesn’t move closer, and doesn’t effect the immediate surroundings from my perspective, the wind whistles through the area but other than that there is no change.


The Flowers:
I hold flowers in my hand, the angle that I’m looking down shows my arm up to my elbow, hand clutching at a tightly bunched bouquet. Made up of hyacinths, tiger lilies, hibiscuses, and little bits of plumeria at the perimeter, dozens are bound together, wound up with floral wire and tape.


As with all psychological games, all of the items correspond to a different element of your life. The desert represents the player's outlook on life, the cube relates to how the player views themselves, the ladder is indicative of family and friends or relationships, the horse represents lovers or passions, the storm indicates stresses and how it relates to the player's life, and the flowers relate to children or accomplishments.


You can find more information on the game here: The Cube


Although it can be interpreted thousands of ways, it gives a fairly accurate image of someone. I'm showing this so maybe you can get an idea of how I view the world. 


This blog is simply an outlet. After having made introductions, we can get to the more eventful things.


Until another time...