Shaman Carnival
Musing. And image mashing.
Musing. And image mashing.
Keeper of the dead…the obsolete…the ikonic. Saints preserved in vacuum…past the fresh date. Halo’d by knowledge of Ohm’s Law — that penetration of mysteries muttered mantra-like E=IXR though the resistance of the masses threaten the current and voltage of Tomorrow. All shall be kept safe through the Dark Ages.
Recursive, thinks I…..I think…thought…until the possibilities inherent within a grain of sand blinds the inputs, bringing each to a Boolean NAND. The fractal is infinite and the future so bright, we need to wear shades as we jack into the altar of alternatives.
A 10 second (or so) exposure of the Brain Wave Audio Machine (aka Shaman Box) in operation.
Aha!!! Finally…..I’ve completed the Brain Wave/Audio Machine (aka The Shaman Box) and I think I’m in love. I’ve always been a sucker for flashing lights. Years ago I began building the original Brain Machine glasses that interface via the parallel port on my old DOS box. I’d set the pattern …
Mixed Media (wood, ceramics, acrylics, et cetera). 19″ x 28.5″.