Gene Splicing the Saints (2001)
All the efforts of the human mind cannot exhaust the essence of a single fly.
--St. Thomas Aquinas
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Image initially made with Dofo-Zon Elite. Post-processed until the required miracle occurred.
And to supplement your viewing pleasure: "Eight Miles High" by Husker Du.
The Past (2002)
The past is never dead. It's not even past.
--William Faulkner
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Image initially made with Sterling-ware. Post-processed until it became the future.
To supplement your viewing enjoyment: "Eight Miles High" by Leo Kottke:
Drug War Burning Bush (1999)
Laws do not persuade just because they threaten.
Seneca, 65 A.D.
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Initially created with Vchira. Post-processed until the drug-sniffing dog checked the trunk.
Fractal art can sometimes be trippy, so I think the next few posts should be enhanced with music and video.
"Eight Miles High" by the Byrds:
The Saw Is Family (2010)
You have one choice, boy: sex or the saw. Sex is, well, nobody knows. But the saw, the saw is family.
Drayton, The Texas Chainsaw Massacre 2
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Sorry for my last mopefest post. What was that all about?
I'll just put up stuff that has already been out or that never goes out anyway.
This blog always has been an exercise in rummaging around in my attic.
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Image initially made with Quasz. Post-processed until it danced in the middle of the road at the end.
Aurora Borealis (2000)
The stars are putting on their glittering belts.
They throw around their shoulders cloaks that flash
Like a great shadow's last embellishment.
--Wallace Stevens
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I haven't posted anything lately to either my blog or my web site. Why? Because I have discovered a trend that many art and literary magazines are now stipulating that submissions cannot have previously appeared on either a personal blog or web site. This situation has made me increasingly leery of placing any new work either here or on my web site.
I have never considered art or poetry that appears on this blog to be "published" in the conventional sense of the term -- but, unfortunately, some art and literary venues do. I am upset over this situation. It certainly crimps my ability to freely share my work with an established online audience without seriously limiting the possibilities for disseminating both my art and my poetry.
I am still making new work, but, sadly, I will be sharing it less often in this blog, since doing so apparently erodes the likelihood for being able to place it in a growing number of fine arts journals.
