An Announcement :

We have won the Humble New Talent Award at A MAZE./ Berlin this year! Thank everybody you for all your support.

“Each block I consume is a prelude to the next;
each piece of stone, each fragment of wood or marble,
each pane of glass is but a morsel in time,
and I have become the void that is the future.
Devastation you see, occurs in its own peculiar silence.”

Our new game has just been released. The Indifferent Wonder of an Edible Place - is a story about a municipal building eater, consuming a tower at the edge of an unnamed town.

Adapted from the works of the Gujarati poet MirUmar Hassan, it is a rumination about the violence of erasure and the profound grief of having to survive on the margins of history, while places of entangled and inclusive record are being effaced.

Windows, Mac and Linux builds are now freely available on our itchio page : https://studio-oleomingus.itch.io/the-indifferent-wonder-of-an-edible-place

Perforations turn walls into membranes. They tunnel through form and create soft yielding bodies that absorb. Perforations in memory make history bearable.

We have a new show opening at the Phoenix at Leicester today. It is a game about eating buildings, exploding jars and polluting histories, and it is called :

Langoors in the Labyrinth.

https://www.phoenix.org.uk/event/studio-oleomingus-langoors-in-the-labyrinth/

Come and visit if you are in the vicinity!

Reworking an old game of ours (Menagerie) for display. This new version is called Bol.

Our latest game A Museum of Dubious Splendors is now live on Steam!

This makes it our first game on Steam, and it is available for free.

Play it here :

http://store.steampowered.com/app/772680/a_Museum_of_Dubious_Splendors/

Our next story from the world of Somewhere is called :

Under a Porcelain Sun.

And we are delighted to announce that it is being published by Irregular Corporation, and will be released on Steam later this year.

Meanwhile you can add the game to your wishlist : http://store.steampowered.com/app/532230/Under_a_Porcelain_Sun/

Our new game, about dismantling observatories is called An Indivisible Margin of Error. It will be playable at the When is Space exhibition at Jawahar Kala Kendra, Jaipur for the next three months.

Do come and visit if you are in town.

We just released a new game, It is called “a Museum of Dubious Splendors” .

You can play it for free on itchio :

https://studio-oleomingus.itch.io/a-museum-of-dubious-splendors

a Museum of Dubious Splendors, is a storybook from the world of Somewhere.

It is an adaptation of a series of essays written by Mir UmarHassan, a Gujarati poet whose works have proven notoriously difficult to translate because of the mellifluous use of Urdu and Hindi in his compositions.

We first encountered the writings of Mir UmarHassan in the archive room of the Sanghralaya at Matsyapur. Copies of his essays were bound together in ledgers and stored there, evidently unused and unread.

Of all his writings that we have assiduously collected over the past decade, it is his chronicle of Ruhan Nissa Parkes that fascinates us the most.

These stories entitled “in Dubious Splendor”, were written (in Gujarati) in nineteen sixty two for the Malwa Chronicle,  but were mangled and edited without the author’s permission prior to their publication in serialized form. The collection of stories, became momentarily infamous as the subject of the first court case to arbitrate authorial ownership in Independent India.

Even today, despite countless restorative efforts by scholars, it cannot be said with with any certainty that the text that we used for this adaptation was the original as written by UmarHassan.

Hello! We are releasing a new game tomorrow. It is called :

a Museum of Dubious Splendors.

In the month of May in the year 1603, under the shadow of an annular eclipse, there occurred a strange gathering of astronomers. The purpose of this conference was to divine the cause of an inscrutable error that had plagued the celestial observations of those who had gathered.

Here, after much debate, it was decreed that nine observatories would be built. Each to a different scale and each adorned with different instruments of cosmic inquiry. Nine custodians were appointed, one for each observatory and they embarked upon the search for the smallest viable measure of an error. An unwavering quantum capable of retaining its innate algebraic property across subdivisions. A measure, or so they believed, of the building block of the universe itself.

This infinitesimally small measure, they called : truti.

Of the nine Observatories built, five were hidden amidst the Yantras of Maharaja Sawai Jaisingh’s creations, three others have been found in various states of decay, scattered across museums and places of worship. Only one remains unrecorded, the ninth and the largest Observatory.

It is this observatory that we search for on the plains of Nanku.