It’s time for a NEW religion

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.

Life’s Little Crucifixions

“Life’s Little Crucifixions” Clay and nails. Bisque fired to 06. Glazed with acrylic asphaltum and varnished. Approx 7-inches tall. Everyman experiencing the stigma and crucifixion of life. All those things that impale us….make us bleed….and force us to seek beyond the norm…for some sort of meaning in this moment of …