My trek through Altiplano Cundiboyacense in 1234 CE as documented on Nov 21, 2024
Geometric Revolution Redefines Muisca Art and Society
Stepping into the vibrant Muisca Confederation felt like entering a dimension where abstraction reigned supreme. The sights, a melange of imagination and geometry, greeted me with unexpected familiarity—the kind that hinted at a timeline smoothly bent but not broken. The air buzzed with chicha’s fermented tang, and rhythmic chatter, but none of it quite prepares a traveler for the dazzling assault of cubism gracing every corner.
Here, on the Altiplano Cundiboyacense, amid the ubiquitous reverence for angular shapes and abstract forms, it’s evident that I've stumbled into quite the artistic paradox: Picasso avant la lettre. It's a reminder of how whimsically varied timelines can be, with the Muisca artisans diving headlong into geometric explorations centuries ahead of schedule compared to our history.
Districts resemble art museums where communal huts become canvases for mercurial creativity. Thatched roofs intermingle with wooden beams cut into sharp angles, the practicalities of keeping out rain clearly losing out to artistic expressions. Faces, once rendered in realism through gold sculptures, now emerge multifaceted, a curious interplay of planes more akin to whoosh-faced mosaic collages.
Our dear rodent friends, ingeniously reconceived as angular oddities, must navigate the world confused yet messianically swift in their square-footed dances. Their comic-strained visages appear emblazoned on amulets and talismans, reminders of an eccentric whimsy infecting animal and human realms alike.
I join a throng observing a debate among Muisca priests. With voices as loud as the mountain winds, they discuss the cubability of celestial orbs, those fiery crescents of the night sky. One priest posits with earnestness that travel between time’s edges could, in fact, be achieved through geometric perception shifts—a view that earns both nods of agreement and skeptical tilts of the head.
Venturing close to the warriors, the clash of tattoo artistry with cubist philosophy offers untold amusement. A brave warrior dons a face likened to a cuboidal tapestry; his features sharp yet perplexed in a now three-dimensional existence. I’m sure he'd not intended double the eyebrows, a perpetual sign of surprise that speaks volumes of both creativity and courage.
The Zipa’s court is another spectacle. Followers mime corners towards their surroundings, an abstract performance celebrating or perhaps parodying existence. An old man, robe-clad in hues of saffron, coordinates the movements with occasional bursts of laughter. Ah, the jesters of geometric truth, propelling shape-mimes into spiritual debate.
Muisca homes, too, adhere to cubist principles. The crafters, artisans of unparalleled renown, temper stone and wood into multifaceted abodes. Builders argue passionately over the number of right angles to secure living quarters. Sleep, I muse, must be a perilous endeavor save for those adept at navigating dream-traps—a practical challenge amidst this art-filled cultural renaissance.
Even with these rigid ideals, goldsmiths flourish with unmatched tenacity. Their creativity defies linearity, manifesting gold into truncated wonders bearing cubist motifs. Bartering becomes an event among Andean merchants, tirelessly attempting to encapsulate quadrilateral critters onto flattened trade tokens displays their unwavering dedication to the cause.
As the parallel Muisca skyline draws nearer in its abstractions, I can’t help but savor the quiet revolution that reshapes their society. Subtle changes, animated in the gentle hum of colored tessellations, speak to the gravity of artistic perspectives. In departing, the surreal charm of this timeline lingers, etched in memory as I continue to eschew normalcy for delightful spectacle.
Next stop might warrant triangulation—dear log, never did consider geometric life would burden my travel logs with untold hilarity. Now, time to find a place that serves tea that isn’t borne of fermented wonders—though who ever said time travel bore simplicity? Ah, a traveler’s existence is never dull.