Mahahahaha!

Love it.

technotropic experiment

notes:

things blocked out into colors, explosion of imagery, creation control pattern pitterpatter fall...exploding chances gritty dark and closed, redone randy remake, don't take it so god damn serious, eventful inscribing of dark truths and other secrets variable to the crumble as colors erode colours...

it seems that the digital age techniques must be pushed to overload

My favorite, favorite, favorite...

Home.

art presents itself in a lot of messed up ways. the story goes, we were sharing an obvious notion, made real as we could have brought, reality supposed in indoctrination, I like paintbrushes, I like ACTION, and CHARGE in capability of wisdom, to be formless, to be unshaped. borders on boundaries. I feel that as I continue in this, I am establishing an electric manifesto on the tepid and turpid natures of both our realities.
slide down central mosaic drive direct vibration basis need and call, fortuitous balance boundary wishingwell basic needed central, spoking and stroking, flat-falling, newness as time continues, basics on invention bounded convention
texture of the forest. I am a man of the forest
the reason we don't exist to be a boundary on windowpane existance, the slippages of credulity into fact and fiction, relation fracas sensibility boundary fundamental.
me screwing up the painting. or should I say, Making It Better. Yes.

Spring in the park/Japan

Cutie babies.
JUMP! The artist at work.
In JAPAN.

what began as a walk in the forest, came civil, versatility, and matter, the existence of a brotherhood of light, the placement of the everywheres and cares, the problem we face bringing things together, I find it's most pleasing when you see an utterly similar conciousness, framing, border and structure, living in other places where we can stand it, and the obvious goes round into you
see how easy it is for us to fall? WE forget that we are all matter in disguise:
another form of waste space and environment tensed reality perceptive engaged, the obvious choice rang the second bell while, the other ones always knew, and that's how this stew became me and you. This placement of something midst the robotic assumptions of a bygone era, inventiveness and capital on the mind blaming consequence for its own actions, qualities and history, our bearing, our conciousness, our understanding.
ooohohooh...wheels turn, revolution, impossible machines, perfectly form fitted and interlocked amongst connection, birthing a new revolution possibility surmised and supplied for use in a pack mentality, a herded ram...
we sing
electric
nature