In which we set the groundwork from which to extract an architectural archaeopteryx.

Not opposite, not equal.

The following sequence has been recorded equally on both channels, but is out of phase.

Shall I dare disturb the multiverse?

A little paradox:

Two minds, about to incarnate, are prepared to be delivered from the aether. The obligatory administrative mistake from which all comedy and tragedy (and time) must spring has the mind of the painter set up in a future musician, and the mind of the musician planted into an eventual painter.

Under more normal circumstances, Scriabin should have been Kandinsky, and Kandinsky, Scriabin.

In which Itten did his bit for colour theory.

In which we hit upon the world-system that best helps us explain Expressionism’s appetite for polar opposites and brilliant contrasts.

And verily we say unto you: Except you be converted and become as little children, you shall not enter this school.

In which we perform some religious spring-cleaning in and about the Bauhaus (and archive), and coin a neologism to describe an age-specific paraphilia.

In which, following many detours, we kick our survey of Expressionism into motion with a likeness of the life and work of Lyonel Feininger.