Thursday, April 11, 2013
Thursday, April 04, 2013
Thursday, March 28, 2013
Friday, March 08, 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.
Saturday, February 02, 2013
Saturday, January 26, 2013
Saturday, December 08, 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.
Sunday, November 18, 2012
Wednesday, October 31, 2012
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.
Sunday, October 21, 2012
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.