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?
Lately I’ve been thinking that the cropped detail images might have potential as stand-alone “portraits” of the whole piece. They’d need some additional work.
I was introduced to a new word last week. “Pronoia” is the belief that the universe is conspiring in your favor. If there is a conspiracy it doesn’t appear to be conspiring much.
Even the most insignificant decisions have the potential of life-changing consequence.
I’m a small town guy, I’ll stick with five dimensions. The sixth is tempting though.
I never titled any of my work before this year. It’s been interesting. In this piece, a moon-like shape appeared at some point, and later a humanoid spirit-like being. The whole scene reminded me of a river at night. So I went to the Internet in search of a river spirit that appeared at night and discovered the Nixe or Nixie.
“Composition” usually refers to the arrangement and proportion of forms in the context of art and photography. It may be a subtle difference, but it seems to me like there should be a better way to describe the the character of the forms and the way forms relate to one another within a composition—something that encompasses the notions of integration, interaction, and communication.
This was made around the time of a horrific fire in SoCal in 2018. It seems incongruous when something so primal invades a place so “civilized.” Or maybe a reminder that Ma Nature isn’t really a fan of our work.
Really ready for Winter to stop.
I love how ideas mutate and move around if you let them.