Deep in the Mines 1 (2000)
Fractals sometimes transcend their parameters. If they are art — and I’m guessing that most of us think they are — then our images reflect some deeper part of ourselves. Our dreams. Our buried treasures.
Tina got me thinking about this standing on the shoulders of giants business. It’s …
Sasquatch, UFO’s, Bermuda Triangle, and now –Space Heads.
What am I talking about? Imagine that outer space is something like the ocean: mostly empty but “infected” with life. We don’t expect to find something. We don’t expect to get a cold. But we’re not surprised when it happens. Probability says, it’s …
Chump Change (2006)
The way I saw my art changed when I started working with a master printer to make poster-sized Giclees of my own work. I began to see my images on the wall rather than on the screen.
My work habits shifted noticeably. I started creating in the largest sizes my poor …
It’s never been my intention to talk about war and depressing stuff like that, but I like this image and all I can think of when I look at it is the B-29 fire-bombing campaign that took place over Japan in the spring of 1945.
I read the diary of an allied soldier who was a …
Forest of Knives
I remember back during the last few years of the Vietnam war, in the early 70s, reading an article in the magazine that came with the weekend edition of the newspaper, about the various booby-traps the enemy was using against US soldiers.
I was 7 or 8 at the time and living on the …
Homage to Andy Warhol (2000)
From artrepublic:
In 1960 Warhol began to replicate a range of mass-produced images, beginning with newspaper advertisements and comic strips before turning to packaging, dollar bills and more. He is probably the most famous member of the Pop Art movement. Virtually any image that was in the public domain …
Smashing with style
Digital Dynamite
Filter of Frenzy
Ripped-off beyond recognition and left for dead
“No, your Honour; I didn’t do anything. I just took the dog for a walk until it was dead.”
Together, me and the filter formed a third personality, which neither of us could talk any sense to.
Art grows out of the barrel of a …
