Wildfire season again, smoke in the valley, smell of smoke in the air…image of burning against the fresh transparent water with rocks and leaves on the streambed. Reflective of the failure to wrestle with the angel of climate change, our impact on global systems.
A kind of William Burroughs cut-up and reassembled comic book based on ink drawings, water-color, etc. We live in an age of recombinant art.
Like eyes inside some neural network…synaptic storm.
With a nod to Henri Rousseau whose paintings of jungle, beasts and dreams have always held a particular fascination for me.
So I’m imagining this attack of a giant squid or octopus coming up from below and crushing the rigid institutions that keep us in chains. Cracking the square blocks and concrete and letting something organic come through for a change.
Some colored ink work. A bit of the whimsical side. Why a cyborg, you must be wondering? Well, it has to do with the interface of natural and the manmade, mechanical and organic — and if you look for the two orange eyes, you can see the sky through its mouth.