Pixel Zoo Jungle

Given the fatigue of yesterday’s journey from Rothenberg ob der Tauber to Zurich, it was lovely to nestle in a bean bag chair with my grandchildren, son, and daughter-in-law snuggled nearby. Dave and Tucker dozed off, lulled by music and masked by the darkness, but Lisa, Lexi, Paul, and I were entranced by the swirling colors, verdant greens, lumbering elephants, loping leopards, and swinging apes projected on the walls encircling us. We had come to experience immersion in the Pixel Zoo Jungle at the Kirche auf der Egg, and, as the kids had promised, to do some coloring afterwards. Nice! Coloring can be soothing.

When the lights came on, we gathered up coats and slipped on our shoes. Tucker and Dave rubbed their eyes and tried to look like they’d not been sleeping. We left the womb of the church theater to enter a hall lined with tables and chairs stocked with crayons and colored pencils. 

Shelves nearby held copious sheets of paper, each with a line drawing of one of the animals portrayed in the show. Paul chose a leopard but colored him with the orange and black stripes of a tiger. Lexi’s butterfly was green and purple. I chose a poison frog and bejeweled him with blue, yellow, and green. Dave’s parrot was a stunning array of scarlet, blue, and yellow feathers. Fun!

Paul disappeared behind a curtain, but absorbed as I was in adorning my frog, I paid no attention. 

Suddenly, he thrust the curtains aside, and ran to us saying, “My tiger is REAL! Come see!”

What?

We followed him through the curtains and down a dark hall where the wall seemed alive with creatures roaming through dense foliage.

“Look! There he is! My tiger!” hooted Paul as a handsome beast, strong and fluid, sauntered before us, his markings exactly as Paul had colored them. 

How could that be?

“Over here!” said Paul as he led the way to a tall, white cubby with a shelf opening to the front. “Put your drawing on this square under the light.” 

 

As instructed, but expecting little, I placed my frog.

“Now, go look for him!” 

As Paul’s tiger continued to prowl, a golden sphere floated across the jungle scene. The sphere expanded, then evaporated… leaving my frog - in his blue, yellow, and green glory - squatting on a rock. 

No way!  

My frog stretched his leg. He did! You won’t believe this, but MY frog stretched his leg! AI or not, modern technology or not, this was magic – our creations come to life!

Next into the cubby and under the enchanted beam, Dave’s parrot and Lexi’s butterfly. And then, the miracle, as they hatched from golden spheres to flutter and fly through twisting vines and tropical palms.

Of course, we were not the only ones populating that jungle and had to take turns at the cubby. So, we hurried back to the tables to produce two anacondas, another butterfly, and a red, purple, and green jaguar, then proudly waited to witness their birth. 

Later that evening, back at the kids’ place, we clustered on the couch to watch a tape of the Space-X Starship launch and the extraordinary precision of the booster rocket’s re-capture when it returned to Earth. 

What a day of marvels! Drawings brought to life and starships guided home. If we humans choose potential over division, what will Paul, Lexi, and Eleanor live to see?