Me Thinks Kemo Sabe Should Avoid Tonto's Medicine

Me Thinks Kemo Sabe Should Avoid Tonto's Medicine (2012)

 

Blue Rose Remix

Blue Rose Remix (2013)

 

Inside the Roche Limit

Inside the Roche Limit (2012)

 

This piece served as the book cover image for my latest poetry chapbook Fractal Cut-Ups. The image was blurred for effect on the cover, so I thought it might be fun to show the art as it originally was.

I learned recently that Fractal Cut-Ups has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize.

Wikipedia defines the Roche limit as

the distance within which a celestial body, held together only by its own gravity, will disintegrate due to a second celestial body's tidal forces exceeding the first body's gravitational self-attraction.

Image initially rendered in Quasz. Post-processed until the satellite disintegrated.

Pucker Up Remix

Pucker Up Remix (2012)

 

Mordred Remix

Mordred Remix (2012)

 

Fractal Housewives 2

Fractal Housewives 2 (2012)

 

Another from a series I worked on last winter.

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Image initially renderted in Mystic MandalaBeth. Post-processed until the oven self-cleaned.

Fractal Housewives 1

Fractal Housewives 1 (2012)

 

The first in a series that I worked on last spring. Each features a couple of couples .

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Image initially rendered in Mystic MandalaBeth. Post-processed until the bacon that was brought home became recursive.

The Familiar Remix

The Familiar Remix (2012)

 

Halloween was always my favorite holiday. Maybe it's because my elementary education took place in Catholic schools taught by nuns who were quick to rap your knuckles if you blew reciting your Apostle's Creed. Halloween was the one night allowed for Catholic kids to take your id out for a walk on the wild side. I mean, why not, once a year, literalize those demons and witches and ghouls?

Halloween was a much bigger deal on the Great Plains (where I grew up) than it is in the South (where I now live). I blame the Southern Halloween Apathy Syndrome, comparatively speaking, on the near-total influence of party-pooping Baptists. If dancing is frowned upon, then going door to door dressed as Satan is a serious offense.

Give me Halloween's sliced up jack-o-lanterns and arched back black cats any day over Easter's formally arranged baskets and stylized egg rolls. If a ghost is going to the considerable trouble to resurrect, I want him to scare the shit out of me -- not drift tranquilly into the heavens like a small balloon filled with hot air.

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One of the few black and white images selected for remixing last sumer. Image originally rendered in Tiera-Zon in 1999. Remixed until it became even more familiar.

At the Mountains of Madness Remix

At the Mountains of Madness Remix (2012)

 

It is absolutely necessary, for the peace and safety of mankind, that some of earth's dark, dead corners and unplumbed depths be left alone; lest sleeping abnormalities wake to resurgent life, and blasphemously surviving nightmares squirm and splash out of their black lairs to newer and wider conquests.
--H. P. Lovecraft, At the Mountains of Madness

Another artifact from last summer's remix delirium. The blacks deepened. The snow thickened. The purples feathered and drifted.

Originally rendered in Fractal Vizion in 2002. Post-processed until blind six-feet-tall penguins appeared.

 

Equestrian Death Match Remix

Equestrian Death Match Remix (2012)

 

Another testament from this summer's remix frenzy.

The black, striatic lines really leapt out in the remix. Depth became more defined. Still, the most radically altered feature was the lighting. It irrupted.

This one goes out for Ann Romney's horse:

 

Now, Ralfalca. Remember your Battle Royale training.

I remember, twelve years ago, when I first studied this image, the forms reminded me of tracks, and the title was remiscent of an xtreme posse.

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Originally rendered in Fractal Vizion in 2000. Remixed until the polo sticks were slick with gore.