Shaman Time. Mixed Media. 18.5″ x 17.5″ x 3-inches deep. Functional clock. This is Shaman Time. The frame we capture with the ego, id, memory at this juncture of space/time — the plane we are wired into, anchored in a certainty of numbers….ONE spot – inviolate – within the shifting …
The shop. A simple name…and that’s what I call it. I don’t know when it began life, but the Shop existed for many years as a 12-foot by 14-foot garden shed. It was used to store the various bits and pieces of yard maintenance items and simply existed. I decided …
lag bolted to reality my muse writhed winter musty shackled in rusty underpinningsI croak sheet-rolled thundersweat drips in four flimsy dimensions hissing spitting sparks I am slick skull wiredvia networked neuronsto this haunted heuristic hell and float in the ether, stapled to stars; slide slowly over the edge to cockroach …
An eater of Technology. As are we all. Supping at the edge of tomorrow with the components of today……slightly obsolete…but so very hungered.
Hmmmm……what to say…what to appear (idiot, savant or android prey)? This is the beginning of what could be quite interesting, or the end of what seems a bit presumptuous on my part….as if… Let us begin with a dance of the techno beat. Flashing lights. Euro-dance. Raised synthetic voices in …