I don’t believe in destiny, but I have a strong sense of probability and trajectory. Does this qualify as a selfie?
Because cantaloupe rhymes with antelope.
Occam’s Razor states that if there are two possible explanations for something, the one that requires the least speculation is usually correct. So is this a pair of antelope on the plains or abstract shapes?
The past leaves a multi-layered residue that gives us each a unique context for the present.
This piece is 20 years old today! I like to think that my work has evolved and gotten better since making my first digital art over 30 years ago, but no matter how far back I look, nearly all of the techniques and stylistic elements of my current work are still present.
I went to an outdoor art festival put on by the Art Students League of Denver. There was some really nice work there and it got me thinking about geographic influences.
I’m a sucker for hard science, time travel, and magical realism novels—pretty much anything that imagines transcending this world.
As much as I love art in all its forms, I have a hard time reading poetry–more practice needed.
I only started noticing the chromostereopsis effect, where reds appear closer and blues appear farther away, about a year ago. I thought my eyes were going buggy. I found out that it’s a phenomenon that dates back to medieval stained glass windows. I think I’m just noticing it now that displays are getting brighter and crisper.
I undo and redo everything countless times as I make one of these. It’s a good thing I don’t use paint.
If there are countless universes, I wonder if there are cosmic neighborhoods and burbs.
Trying to assemble a 1000-piece jigsaw puzzle when half of the pieces are from one picture and the the other half are from another.
A different point of view can change everything. Or, according to the uncertainty principle, just having a point of view changes everything.
My Father worked for a stained glass studio in the 50s and I grew up going to a Lutheran church that was built in the 60s. The late mid-century vibe is strong.
Hope is too easily confused with expectation.
If we are living in a simulation, there is still the question; “are we really living at all?”
I lived in the North Loop of Minneapolis for a few years and walked everywhere. It gave me a very different perspective on my environment. I live in Boulder, CO now and walk around less.
Things change faster and faster. Up until recently, a person’s lifespan was easily contained within an era. Now it seems that a person’s life may span more than one era—particularly in the context of aesthetic movements.
Playing around with an idea and process of abstracting an abstract—superabstract?